Victorious Season 5 Novels & Stories

The air in the hall was electric. The tension was palpable. And then, the announcement. By a single, decisive vote, JB was crowned champion. The victory was the key that opened Pandora's box. The truth about Victoria's first elimination, about Ellijah's sabotage, came to light. The malicious whispers that followed her through the hallways fell silent. The looks of contempt turned to reluctant respect. The title was hers. Deserved. Unquestionable. Overnight, JB's fame exploded.

“No, not for real. I lied. Things are… they’re better in some ways, but still rough in others.” “You wanna tell me?” Nick ran a finger over the label on his beer bottle. “I – yeah.” Luke leaned back, giving Nick space. “Whenever you’re ready.” Nick nodded quietly, his eyes fixed on the beer label. He felt the waves of calm coming over the table at him, and he tried to just relax into them. Luke Rhodes was a goddamn survivor of a foreign war, one that had taken his hand, and despite that trauma, the man had made a whole new life after. A good life. If he could, then Nick could, too. Maybe he just needed a few pointers.

"Prime's dead. The curse is broken. We actually won." Her phone rings. Canada. She answers. "Mama!" Herston's voice. Weak but alive. "I'm awake! I'm okay!" Jamie starts crying. Relief overwhelming her. "I'm so glad, baby. So glad." "When are you coming home?" "Soon. Very soon. I promise." She hangs up. Looks at her battered team. They lost eight fighters. But saved twelve children. Worth it. Horrible. But worth it. The Shadow Council's leader is dead. The war might actually be over this time. Jamie allows herself to hope. Just a little.

“Begin retrieval of Mae and termination of the Fallen Five gods.” The ship fell silent. Five powers woke fully around Mae, violent enough to bend gravity and make the stars outside tremble. Ashar’s fire formed a crown above his head, Riven’s wings became storm and blade, Lucien’s chains carved laws into the air, Sethis’s shadows swallowed every corner of light, and Kaine’s gold ruin split the floor beneath his feet. Mae stood in the center of them, shaking, furious, and terrified. Then the Council fired on Earth.

"We have no territory. If we head north now, we are just targets for anyone with a gun." "We are not going north," Victor said. "Then what are we doing?" "The rules broke," Victor said. "The game is over. Now we just kill the player who broke it." "The estate?" "Dominic is there. He thinks he won the war. He has sent his men home because he thinks it is safe." "There are only five of us left." "Five is enough for a man who is not looking for trouble." Victor walked to the door. The man with the cigarette pulled a magazine from his coat. He slapped it into the grip. Metal on metal.

“Excellent?” The figure stepped closer. Darkness seemed to move with them. “Phantom is at her most predictable when she’s hunting.” Victor’s confidence returned. “Then Phase Three?” The figure smiled. A terrifying sight. “Phase Three.” Victor nodded. Then he looked back toward the monitor. Toward Luna, toward the woman who destroyed everything five years ago, and toward the woman who was about to learn a devastating truth. Because the Sovereign hadn’t spent five years rebuilding for revenge.

I was at the end, and I couldn't control my body anymore. I motioned for he to look at my bag. He pulled out the contract, and she broke down again after reading it. "Victor, you can't die! I won't allow it! You can't die!" He collapsed next to me, sobbing uncontrollably. I glanced at the clock on the wall. Only two hours left before I would leave this world. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. Sebastian picked it up and showed me the screen. [Victor, after all these years of fighting with me, you finally lost! Your parents, your mate, and your son—they're all mine now! You've finally faced the truth, haven't you? In your parents' eyes, you'll never be better than me!]

Silas sat propped against pillows, coloring quietly when Victor entered. “Well,” Victor said warmly, “you look stronger already.” Silas grinned. “Mom says I’m recovering.” “That sounds official.” Victor pulled a chair closer, keeping his movements relaxed and familiar. Over five years, he had perfected the role of dependable presence. “How’s our champion feeling today?” “Better,” Silas said proudly. Victor glanced toward Evelyn, who watched from across the room, unreadable. He lowered his voice conspiratorially. “Think you’ll be running around again soon?”

Victor's character died instantly, and he was left staring at the screen in shock. His mouth wide open, Victor jumped up from his seat, eyes fixed on me. I stood up, a smirk on my face. "I won," I said simply, my chest heaving with excitement. "I fucking WON!" And immediately, the others in the other room erupted into cheers and applause. They rushed out of the room, surrounding me with congratulatory pats on the back and enthusiastic high-fives. Victor, on the other hand, was furious. "Hell no, fucking hell no! I'm not giving up my prizes!" he shouted, his face red with anger.

“You brought this on yourself. Your greed and hunger for power made you lose everything. Even your daughter.” Victor didn’t say anything. He just stared at the ground, his hands clenched into fists. I raised his head to the sky and howled—a triumphant sound that echoed across the land. Liana had won, and together, we had secured our future. The battle was over, and everything was quiet now except the painful groans and moans of those who had fallen. I stood still, looking at the warriors around me. I shouted, “We have won. You are strong, and you’ve fought bravely.”