Victorious Season Finale Novels & Stories

Just before her eyes closed, she heard someone gasp over the ringing, and she couldn’t tell what it was. The arena was silent for a while. The butterflies had dispersed, no more creatures, no more fire and no more energy balls from the sky. “It’s over” Victor sighed with finality and leaned against Agira with a tired smile. “It’s finally over and we won”. As he said that, there were many screams. Screams of joy, happiness, anger, loss. Not every Supernatural knew for sure but it was finally over. The victorious roars were like a chorus.

“We need to combine our strength!” They nodded, joining me as we formed a circle around Victor and Elijah. Together, we channeled our power, focusing it into a single, devastating attack. The air crackled with energy, and I could feel the magic of the eclipse flowing through us. Victor screamed in defiance, his dark power surging in an attempt to resist. But we were too strong, our combined force overwhelming him. With a final, desperate roar, he was engulfed in a blinding light. When the light faded, Victor was gone, his followers scattered and defeated. The clearing was silent, the battle finally over. I collapsed to the ground, exhausted but victorious. Nathanial and Leona rushed to my si

He lay there frozen, unable to move, as I ripped him apart, each time I reminded myself of what he could have done to my baby, had we not got to her in time. Victor's eyes widened in shock as he stumbled backward, his strength failing him. I stood over him, my chest heaving with exhaustion, my claws still trembling with fury. "It's over," I snarled, my fangs dripping with venom. "You've lost, you’ll never lay hands on my babies again!." I started ripping him apart limb by limb. His whole pack watched as I ripped into him, I stood over what was left of his flesh, his blood dripping from my mouth, as I growled. I raised my head howling in victory, and my entire pack joined in. Everyone for mil

The tyrant was dead. A silence fell over the clearing, heavy and final. Then, Victor threw his head back and howled—a sound of pure victory that echoed off the mountains. I joined him, and then the rest of the pack, until the night was filled with the song of Blackthorn. We watched the compound burn until dawn. Victor pulled me against his side, his arm wrapped tight around my waist, his nose buried in my hair. He smelled of blood and smoke and home. "It's done," he murmured, his voice rough. He turned me to face him, his eyes searching mine. "We won."

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!]

The rooftop onlookers, including the Special Ops team, held their breaths in anticipation, witnessing the masked man's valiant effort. Anxiety gripped the team as they saw Danial, unyielding in his determination, come down to one knee. The decay on his palm spread, and it seemed like the battle was slipping from his grasp. Victor, sensing the advantage, wore a triumphant smile as his energy palm loomed over Danial, poised for the final strike.

"I am the rightful alpha, and I will take back what's mine." Victor snarled, his lips curling back from his teeth. "We'll see about that," he said, and with a nod, his loyal followers attacked. with both sides fighting for dominance. But we had the upper hand, with our pack's unity and strength giving us the edge we needed. Slowly but surely, we pushed Victor's followers back, until finally, we stood victorious. Victor snarled and snapped, his eyes flashing with anger and defeat. "You may have won this battle," he said, "but I'll be back, and next time, you won't be so lucky."

I left her there, surrounded by the ingredients of a life I couldn’t taste. The official victory over Vance came a week later. His board, spooked by the bad press and my aggressive counter-maneuvers, forced him to withdraw the hostile bid. It was a clear, public win. I should have felt triumph. I felt nothing. I stood in my study, the congratulatory calls pouring in, and all I could see was Sierra’s flour-streaked face, the absolute desolation in her eyes when she said the word “tomb.” I had won every battle. Victor, exiled. Claudia Rossi, silenced. Vance, humiliated. The empire was secure, larger than ever.

Victory would come easily, and they would live happily ever after once more. The End

And besides, Arthur would need time to cool down so that hopefully the next time he meets Victory, assuming if there is a next time that is, he won't be inclined to kill her on the spot. However knowing Arthur, and Aaron knows Arthur like the back of his hand, it would be a very long time before Arthur forgives Victory or if he even forgives her. So both of them have come to the same conclusion, Victory Sinclair has to disappear, at least until the heat dies down and the media is no longer interested in her or Arthur. It was late in the evening when Aaron had finally left her room. There was a grim look of determination on Victory's face as she carefully closed her door behind Aaron's retrea