Victorious-prom Wrecker Novels & Stories

Kedrick's Valkyrie surged forward, the rounded barrels of its massive shotgun smoking. "God, I love this thing," he grinned. Behind me, Taewi cheered as he toppled the second Monstro with a mighty blast. Not to be outdone, I spun my Valkyrie on the remaining enemy and opened fire. By the time the third Monstro crumpled, Taewi's Predator was riddled with bullet holes. A cloud of greasy smoke wafted from beneath its emerald green armour, further clouding the smog-filled air. However, we were all alive, and that was what counted.

They had found love, indestructible, fierce, and undeniable. The storm had passed. The enemies had been unmasked. The Consortium endured. And for Lucien and Aria Whitmore, the night shimmered with promise, victory, and the unspoken vow that whatever came next, they would face it together.

Location: Open Ocean — Beneath the Storm The violent waves surged, crashing hard against the half-sunken wreckage of Rook’s VTOL, tossing debris like toys in a storm. And from the dark abyss beneath us... She rose. A colossal war fortress, armored in steel and forged from vengeance, emerged slowly from the storm-tossed sea. Natalia Cross’s creation. Its towering hull gleamed, deadlier and stronger than anything we’d ever faced. Damien’s dark eyes burned, sharp and unflinching, his fist tightening around his sidearm.

Victor’s hitters were still up there, dismantling the clinic. "Victor’s using heavy ordnance tonight," Lina said, her hands slick and red. "He’s not just hitting a clinic. He’s burning the whole map." "I don't give a damn about his map," Jake growled. "My clinic is a hole in the ground now. Dominic owes me a payout that’ll make his eyes water." Jake grabbed the wheel of the hatch. The corroded iron shrieked—a high-pitched metallic scream. It didn't budge.

The Code-Born kids were magnificent, acting as an endless, chaotic reactor core, pushing the sub-ether through the dead Founder tech with flawless precision. Slowly, the tide began to turn. The heavy, oxidized corpses of the Trench-Walkers littered the submerged lower decks, and the rate of their ascent slowed. The blue Origin-Code blasts had illuminated the dark water so brightly it looked like the ocean itself was glowing. "The surf is clearing!" Reyes announced, her eyes glued to the telemetry. "The infantry wave is breaking. They're retreating back into the deep water!" A massive cheer echoed over the Vanguard comms from the lower levels. The Revers and the Paladins had held the line.

"Got it. I'll be fine. You be careful." Indeed, Victor was completely fine. He was fast, and when the beams struck, he managed to block every single one of them. Moreover, Victor didn't face the same problem as Windfall. The beams didn't stick to the Pulse Halberd. It probably wasn't by choice. The beams were simply unable to do so. Victor's weapon was an enhanced pulse weapon. The weapon itself came with a pulse. The pulse waves would cancel out these beams, so the beams were blocked before they even got close.

Mama narrowed her eyes as she hit lightly on my back with the rolling pin, "At least respect your mother and don't curse in front of me." I huffed, I barely cursed but some people tended to grate on my nerves. Rolling my eyes, I let myself out of the bed, "Whoever this god is, we will make him eat his words. He is so gonna regret it." "Just don't go near him," Mama sighed as she watched me brush my teeth, "He is a Victor." My eyebrows scrunched as I met her eyes through the mirror, "The Victors?" She nodded. "Why would Victors come to our restaurant?" My voice was muffled as I looked back at her, "They're rich and super snobby. They don't eat in local eatella."

Too blurry to identify clearly, but the accompanying document had enhanced it, analyzed it, broken it down with cold, clinical efficiency. Six foot two. Approximate weight 210 pounds. Gait pattern consistent with Alpha-dominant werewolf. Scent markers detected at scene match Silvermoon Pack territory markers. Method of kill consistent with professional pack enforcers. "Alpha Kael Stormridge." Sera had spent three weeks researching him. Learning everything she could about the man who'd stolen her entire world. He was powerful, feared, respected. Alpha of one of the strongest packs in the northwestern territories. His pack controlled valuable mountain territory, had strategic alliances, comman

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Before she could react, an upgraded RPG rocket trailing fire struck her Level 5 vehicle dead center. That was Raina's finishing shot. BOOM! The thirteenth formation was declared destroyed. It was all over in less than a minute. Truly, less than a minute. The Wolf Pack's proud iron tide, a force terrifying enough to crush any alliance between lone players, had been reduced to ash under Jake's combined land-sea-air assault. At this very moment, at the far end of that field of wreckage and flame, only one vehicle remained, trying to escape. Gareth's Level 6 military pickup.