Victorious #rex Dies Novels & Stories

I could see he was trying to shift, but his nerves were getting the better of him. "Please!" He cried out, holding his hand up as Trevor stalked closer to him. "I was sent by Alpha Jones! I swear!" Tears were falling down his cheeks as he tried to get away faster. Trevor snapped at him, growling. I watched as he got closer to him, then grabbed ahold of his ankles, whipping his body into the air then slamming him down onto the pavement over and over again until Leons body stopped moving. His entire body was covered in gravel and blood. He had literally slammed him to death. He let go, and Leons body slumped down lifeless.

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."

Two bullets—one through the center, and one piercing his heart. He dropped to his knees, struggling to breathe. But even in the agony of dying, his hand never let go of the chemical vial. “Alex…” he rasped. “You… still… won.” His body collapsed fully onto the floor. The vial rolled from his hand and clinked against the marble. But Victor was still alive—barely. Breathing raggedly. Alex went closer and bent over to pick up the chemical. Victor suddenly spoke for the last time.

The supernatural rage that had fueled him was gone, leaving only a man who had been buried for twenty minutes. "Jax!" I screamed, checking for a pulse. "Medic!" His heart was beating. But it was slow. Too slow. "I've got him," Jax said, appearing beside me with a stretcher. "Let's get him inside. Now." We carried the King back to the bunker. The war was won. But as I looked at Victor’s pale, still face, I knew the cost had been high. He had come back from the dead. But he hadn't come back whole.

Little did he know. "Ah!" The scream came from the game and everyone was shocked to see that Rex's game character had collapsed and died. He was killed with just two attacks and Michy stood next to his corpse, a long sword in hand. Blood was dripping from the sword and the corpse looked like it was still warm. However the system showed that 'Rex's game character' was dead. Everyone was stunned, including Rex. For crying out loud, he was a well known gaming expert, a ten year veteran of the Game! Yet, he was killed by a nobody with only two strikes! Two attacks and he was killed!

he screams and snaps her head roughly to the back . Her head dangles to the other side ... She was dead. Rylan scoffs not liking the show that ended quickly. " I've killed her sir " Rex said panting. Rylan yawns and brings out a pistol from his trousers pointing the gun on his head. Rex gasps stepping back. " Thank you for help , In your pathetic miserable next life that's if you're granted one don't mess with my woman " He shots him on the forehead. Rex drops to the ground dead.

Power rolled off him in waves that made the air feel heavy. This was the Rex that legends were built on. The Alpha whose reputation made other packs whisper his name like a curse. The killer. Marcus barely had time to scream. Rex moved with impossible speed. One moment, ten feet away. The next, jaws locked around Marcus's throat, shaking him like a rag doll. Blood sprayed across the forest floor—hot and red and everywhere. I couldn't look away. Marcus's body hit the ground with a wet, final thud. His eyes were still open. Still wide with shock and terror. Still very, very dead.

'Rest now, my friend. Rex felt himself being lifted, carried away from the devastated ritual circle. Through half-closed eyes, he glimpsed familiar faces—Marcia's stern features softened with concern, Lacey's tear-streaked cheeks, Cassius standing tall despite his exhaustion. They had won. The godking was gone, the void contained, the prophecy fulfilled. And yet victory had come at such cost—Dilo's sacrifice, countless fallen defenders, and perhaps, Rex feared as darkness claimed him entirely, Fafnir himself.

Slowly, his movements grew weaker, and finally, he went limp beneath me. I released him, panting heavily, and stumbled back. My body was a mass of pain, my vision blurred by blood and sweat. I watched as Rex lay there, his chest heaving with laboured breaths. He was still alive, but barely. I stood over him, my chest heaving, and let out a long, victorious howl. The fight was over, but the war was far from won. As I looked down at my fallen enemy, I knew that this was just the beginning. There were still battles to be fought, and I would face them all. For my pack. For my mates. For myself. But just as I was about to link my mates my vision turned hazy and I fell limp into a pair of strong a

Only Nicklaus men were exhausted, Uziah was still in full strength; he was a demon king after all, this monster were nothing to him, Kwan was okay still as his demon side was now on the lead but Reilla was starting to feel tired. Despite how hopeless their condition now, they neither gave up nor withdrew. And Rex realized everyone here was aware of the state. But they still chose to fight until the end. And he was certain there was no way he could change their minds. Uziah was no divided in protecting his already tired wife and fighting the monsters. And this made him a bit out of strength and he received a blow on his arm which healed pretty first. Rex sighed again and threw his head back,