Novel & Cerita Victorious #rex Dies

I asked, wondering why they are moving everything fast. “The sooner the better.” Alex said. Unfortunately, where we were in the house is close to the garden so there was no way I was running from this. We got to the garden and the reporter's attention came on me. “Miss Thompson.” “Miss Thompson.” They kept putting their mikes to my face. I got to where a podium had been set and stood on it. Victor's father came on the podium with me, “I will like to tell you something once you are done.” He said. “Okay.” I nodded and faced the reporters. “I'm here to tell you that Victor Reynolds is dead.”

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."

The world tilted, the trees swaying as if the ground itself were rejecting me. Catastrophe hammered through my thoughts. Weeks of planning, of plotting my revenge, gone in a breath. I was biologically tethered to a death sentence I couldn’t bargain my way out of. I was being deleted from my own life, for the second time. But I was not ready to give up, the new me refused to be defeated again.”

There are only ten minutes left in the college entrance exam when the back door of the classroom bursts open. My best friend, Isaac Powell, kicks it in. He grabs me by the back of my collar, drags me out of the hall, and shoves me into a black SUV idling at the curb. "Are you insane? That was the college entrance exam!" I yell. "Is an exam more important than your life? The students in that room… are probably all dead by now!" Before I can respond, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. Notifications flood the class group chat. "@Trevon, the proctor is looking for you." "@Trevon, did you forget about the party after the test?" "@Trevon, where the hell did you go?" My stomach drops as I

He surveyed my suit, which remained completely unscathed, a playful yet dangerous smirk touching his lips. "Not a single tear in the fabric—impressive," Drake said softly, his dark eyes burning with pride. "Excellent work, my queen." I lowered my weapon, my breathing remaining steady and my gaze sharp as I focused on the squad leader's tactical patch—a silver serpent coiled around a dagger. "Valdez sent his best men, but they didn't even make it past the entrance hallway," I said quietly, stepping over the corpse. "Take their communication devices. It's time to bring this fight to Marseille."

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