Victorious #rex Dies Novels & Stories

Rex explained. "Come on, Rex. I didn't come here for you to put yourself in danger. I'll try to restrain you if I can. But what do you expect me to do if I lose you?" Victoria said, observing him intently. Rex remained silent for a moment before speaking. "I'll never find peace as long as those people are free to do as they please. Look at Ryan," he gestured towards the unconscious body. "Too many people have made significant sacrifices in this fight. I can't give up now," Rex stated, while Victoria sighed and pressed her lips together.

All that could be heard in the living room were gasps, everyone knowing that it was impossible to break a mate bond without a formal rejection. “What? That’s not possible.” Rian growls. “It’s entirely possible for a dark spell caster to do. A powerful dark spell caster.” Alstin calmly says. “Beatrix,” I whisper, tears sliding down my face. “What?! There’s no way she survived the war.” Alstin exclaims, shock written all over his face. “According to the rogues that had infiltrated our territory, Beatrix somehow survived. That’s what they told Euan and Juniper.” Rian whispered.

Lucy said, her voice trembling. Alexei nodded. "Victor's network is dismantled." I smiled. "We won." But as I gazed into Reina's eyes, I knew the true victory. Love had conquered fear. Hope had triumphed over darkness. The city, once held hostage by Victor's terror, was finally free.

Dressed in black attire, a cruel smile curved on her lips. “I finally get to kill you.” she said. My grip tightened on my sword. “It still wouldn’t make him choose you.” Joyce’s smile widened, “Well… if he’s dead already; or soon will be… I don’t need him anymore.” she replied, venom in her voice. We lunged at each other, our blades clashing in a ringing symphony of hate. Sparks flew as we struck and blocked, our fight cutting through the chaos around us. “You never deserved him! He was mine!” Joyce snarled, swinging hard.

"You know what's funny?" He frowned. I looked directly into his eyes. "I would've died for you again." Something flickered across his face. Regret. Surprise. Maybe guilt. But it was too late. "I know," he said quietly. Of course he knew. That was the tragedy. He had always known. And he had never cared. Darkness swallowed the room. The pain disappeared. I knew I was dying. I looked at Damian one final time. If there was another life... Another chance...

He tries to smile. Then his legs give out. I catch him before he hits the ground. His weight almost drags us both down. "Kael. Kael, stay with me." His eyes flutter. "We won," he whispers. "What?" "Viktor." His voice is fading. "He's dead. I killed him." The words take a moment to register. Viktor is dead. The war is over; we won. But Kael's body is limp in my arms. His breathing is shallow. His skin is cold.

Kyle stepped up casually, reached back, and with one, smooth stroke, plunged the Sword right through Rexius’ heart. “I already have,” Kyle said. The entire room, even while busy in battle, turned and stared at the sound. It was a horrific screech, consuming the entire stone chamber. It seemed to go on forever, as Rexius screeched and screeched. As they all watched, his body dissolved before their eyes, disintegrating into a cloud of smoke, and then a wisp, rising up, into the air and towards the ceiling. The whole room stopped and stared at Kyle.

She’d been the reason I’d kept on fighting, the reason life had felt worth living, and now, all of that was gone. I couldn’t imagine a life without her. Now as I held her lifeless body, I had just one last wish: to die with her. To be with her forever. “Despite all you’ve done… I still can’t kill you. No matter how hard I want to pull the trigger, I can’t.” Rex said, but his words made even less sense the more I listened. “That’s why I’ll grant an enemy one last wish. To kill you.” Rex picked up the gun and strode toward Falcone, who sagged against the wall, fighting to stay upright.

Defeated, Serwyn realized further arguments were pointless. "Alright, since the sparring is over, let's get down to business," Regulus announced, signaling the end of the conflict. Seeing Serwyn's swollen face, the Wyverna side was in high spirits. At that moment, one of Serwyn's attendants spoke up. "Sir, Rex is dying. Should we send him back for treatment?" "Save… me!" Rex, with the potion's medicinal power dissipating, managed to utter those words. Despite his simple-mindedness, his will to survive remained strong.

Guevarra’s liposuction. “Welcome back, Ginger,” Dr. Guevarra said with a smile on her face. “Are you ready to remove your bandage and see the result of your new appearance?” “Finally! I get to see the new me literally,” Ginger said. “And Ginger had already died three months ago. It’s Lucy Solace now.” “Well, that’s a nice name, Lucy,” Dr Guevarra said while gently removing Ginger’s bandage, and once removed, she handed over a mirror to Ginger.