Victorious #rex Dies Novels & Stories

I hope you suffer till you are dead Tyler. Xx____xX

Rex was holding something in his hands, looking over at us, waiting. "Do it," Damian sneered, his breath tickling my ear. I watched in horror as Rex turned to the entrance, pressing a button on the detonator in his hand, which sent a rush of rocks tumbling down over the entrance of the tomb with Troy still inside. #

She wanted to crush him, crush his ego, crush his spirit like she did for Maxwell Richter, and to do that, I needed to get into his arena. The only way to crush Malcom Reece was to beat him in a cage he thrived the most in—politics. Valencia was teetering on the edge of death to protect me, holding her own end of the contract, and if there's on thing Vladislav Moroz doesn't do... It's owe a debt. "Mr. Moroz?" The doctor called out as he pushed the door open, my eyes flickered from his face to Valencia’s figure on the bed, now dressed in a hospital gown.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. When Rex came to his senses, he and his teammates were already eliminated. Hector was frustrated. He slammed his fist on the ground. "You're despicable." Victoria looked at the defeated men and grinned. "All is fair in love and war. You grew up in a military family, for goodness' sake. "You're digging your own graves if you show mercy on your enemies. That's a simple rule, yet you all don't seem to understand it."

Ean turned to look at her, then roared, "She's not dead! How could she be dead? It's impossible!" The doctor he brought stepped forward, shook his head, and said, "Mr. Smith, I'm sorry, but she's gone. There are no vital signs." At that moment, the gatekeeper hurriedly ran over, "Mr. Smith, the surveillance footage was destroyed, but our people have been guarding the main entrance the whole time!" Ean was dumbfounded. If that was the case, it meant that I had entered an operational freezer that day! He roared at everyone around him, "You call this watching over her?"

“He nearly died. He stopped eating and drinking and started disregarding his safety during missions. Everyone thought he was going to give up and surrender to the darkness. Luckily, he managed to find himself again, but barely. It wasn’t until he came here, did it look as if he finally had a hint of light in his eyes.” Hit was a blinding and sudden clarity, I jumped to my feet. “I will see you in the morning, but I need to go!” Without waiting for a response, I rushed out of my office. At full speed, I ran through the packhouse, with only one thought. Minutes later, when I was standing in the hall, facing Daxton’s door, I lost my courage.

"Some women are matches, meant to be struck and discarded. I am gasoline." I tried to rise, to fight, but my body betrayed me. Panic surged through me as her hand pressed against my chest, pushing me under. Water closed over my face, warm as blood. I thrashed, movements sluggish, ineffectual. The terror of knowing I would die here, alone, betrayed by the people I trusted most, it clawed inside me as viciously as my need for air. In my final moments, I heard Rafael's voice in the distance, calling my name in panic. The desperation in it confused me. Was he part of this? Or another victim of Isabella's schemes? Too late. Always too late.

Just evidence. Photographs. Documents. A single typed note. Sera's hands trembled as she unfolded the note again, though she'd memorized every word weeks ago: Your mate discovered something he shouldn't have. The order came from Alpha Kael Stormridge of the Silvermoon Pack. Marcus was asking too many questions about their border operations. I'm sorry I can't come forward-they'd kill me too. But you deserve to know the truth. He didn't die in a rogue attack. He was assassinated. On the Alpha's orders.

“Still… weak.” Damien stood over him, his fists clenched, blood dripping from his knuckles. “I am not you. I will not become you. You die alone. Knowing you lost. Knowing your empire is gone. Knowing your daughter betrayed you. Knowing your wife and child will never belong to you.” Victor tried to laugh again, but it turned into a choking cough. Blood flecked his lips as he stared at the ceiling. “You think… this is victory? I will haunt you… from the grave.”