Victorious-prom Wrecker Novels & Stories

A massive, matte-black armored vehicle—The Titan—smashed through the wreckage, its six wheels crushing the mercenaries’ barricades as if they were made of glass. The vehicle’s side hatches hissed open, and the members of the Vance Resurgence deployed with a clinical, lethal efficiency. Kaelen "Wraith" Vance and Seraphina Dubois led the charge, their "Obsidian" tech neutralizing the mercenaries’ high-tech gear before they could even fire. Baron Vance stepped out of the vehicle, his presence a silent, imposing force in the chaos. He looked at Kora and her team, a faint, respectful nod touching his lips.

He was trying to get on my nerves, purposely or not, and he was succeeding. I smirked. "Don't think that I do not know that." I gained momentum and pushed him backwards. Taken unawares, he stumbled backwards and almost landed on his butt, "A guy like Skye Walker who goes after anything with a V and never actually committing. You're a legend." He looked at me with raised brows, s-ss-sory?" He stammered. That must have hit hard. I grinned, reveling in the moment. "Don't gamble on your luck yet, you were just a hormonal experiment." I told him, grinning.

They played for another twelve minutes and finally, the game was over. Seattle high had won and Kaylee stared at the scoreboard in surprise. The parents and supporters all stood up at once and cheered for their children. Parents came down from their seats to come and greet their girls. Vanessa took her seat on one of the benches and Zoe came to sit beside her. Some of the players from Winston high went ahead to greet Kaylee and Kaylee was surprised. Vanessa watched it all and she seethed. That was all supposed to be her glory as well. What are these guys doing?! She played well too!

“James “ I called out, my voice echoing through the warehouse. James rushed out from inside , his hands resting instinctively on his gun. “ yes boss?” “ Tell Liam, to let that fucker rest a bit, I need him alive and no one should go near him.” I ordered coldly “ when you are done, meet me at the car. We are driving to the Blenda warehouse.” “ Alright, boss” A cold, possessive smirk cross my face as I walked to the car, it’s time to show my beloved wife who rules this world Violet POV Viktor was no easy man to fool but I wasn’t an easy woman to catch as well. I drove with speed using my map, the taste of victory felt incredibly good in my chest. I outsmarted Aleksei carmene as his men and put

The window to leave this building cleanly is approximately twelve minutes wide and closing. I need to find the twins. *** It takes two days. I reconstruct the chain afterward because I cannot help it. The actress talks to Orlov's men. Orlov's men take it to Orlov, who is already ballistic. Orlov takes it to Sera. Sera takes it to her father, Viktor Sorano, who loses composure for approximately forty minutes before regaining it and placing a call. Viktor Sorano takes it to Massimo. Massimo absorbs the information. Then he calmly picks up a phone and summons us back to Palermo.

The armored vehicle spun to a violent halt, the driver's side door flying open before the tires even stopped spinning. Stepping out into the blinding glare of the fiery wreckage was Dominic Vance. His 6'4" frame was a vision of absolute destruction. The blood-soaked bandages across his tensed chest had been reinforced with a heavy, tactical combat vest, and a massive, automatic assault rifle was gripped firmly in his large hands. His amber eyes were entirely black, a feral, unhinged territorial madness burning in their depths as they locked onto Vivian’s form. He didn't look at Marcus. He didn't look at Julian. He raised the rifle, his deep, gravelly roar echoing across the riverbanks as he

Victor growled through the mind link once more. Tania weaved the shadows. The vampires used bursts of speed to take out as many wolves as they could before leaping onto high brunches. I had lost my brother and Quade in the mix but I spotted a white wolf blanketed in purple flames easily. "We can't do this forever," I told Victor as I dodged the dripping fangs of a rogue, making to run left but dashing right a the last minute so the rogue missed my hind legs. I wasn't fighting. I was avoiding. I was surviving. I was blocking out the horror I felt from just snuffing out someone's life.

“Marcus, look at me.” He blinked, chest heaving, then smiled weakly. “You’re here.” “Always.” Viktor and Theodore joined them moments later, both battered but alive. And beside them, Reva finally lowered her arms and staggered. Viktor caught her before she hit the ground, holding her as she trembled from the magical strain. “It’s over,” she whispered. And it was. The nightmare was over. The battle had ended. And the Stormborn Pack stood beneath the rising sun, scarred but victorious, ready to rebuild what had nearly been destroyed.

Boom—! The three high-performance machines crossed the final gantry line in an absolute explosion of sound. Chloe’s Ferrari and Kingsley's custom Warship vehicle systematically suppressed the sensors at what evaluated as the exact same identical microsecond—while up ahead at the absolute vanguard of the pack, First Dawn’s bumper cleared the wire a mere 0.2 seconds faster to retain her crown.

“For Dad.” “For all of us,” I said. We boarded, grappling hooks biting the yacht’s rail. Gunfire erupted; Victor’s mercs, suppressed shots pinging off metal. Lila’s team returned fire, dropping one. Elena and I moved low, Alexander covering. The deck was slick with dew, blood already pooling. Victor stood at the helm, a pistol in one hand, the drive in the other, his face a mask of rage and triumph. “You’re persistent, I’ll give you that.”