Victorious Ship Novels & Stories

"You had a home. You had us." "I... I have a debt," Gideon gasped, staring up at me with terror in his eyes. "Then pay it," I said. Before I could tear his throat out, the bridge doors were blown off their hinges. Vanguard troopers flooded the room, their rifles glowing with lethal intent. "Target secured!" the lead trooper shouted. Gideon rolled away, grabbing his carbine and firing at the ceiling, causing the ship to tip violently. "Take them! Just take them and go!"

"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."

The black-iron hulls of the fleet began to glow a cherry-red, their internal guidance systems frying under the sheer, absolute reality of the Sovereign frequency. ‎ ‎"Victor," I commanded, without looking back. "Take their networks." ‎ ‎"With pleasure, my Emperor," Victor murmured, his fingers instantly striking his terminal. ‎ ‎With the fleet's defensive shields completely melted by my light, Victor’s newly enhanced Sterling algorithms tore through their firewalls like a knife through paper. In less than three seconds, the navigation lights of all twelve battleships turned from a hostile red to a loyal, brilliant violet. ‎ ‎"The fleet is yours, Julian," Victor said, stepping up behind me, h

Victoria's crew scrambled into defensive positions. Perfect chaos. "Go," I ordered. Our team scaled the port side while the Coast Guard boarded the starboard. Suppressed weapons, night vision, silent entry. We breached into lower decks. And walked directly into an ambush. Lights blazed on. Victoria's security surrounded us, weapons raised. Victoria appeared on a screen mounted to the wall. "Blake Thompson. Right on schedule. Thank you for bringing your entire team into my ship where I can capture you all simultaneously. Margaret Volkov sends her regards, she sold

“So what?!” “So I…I’m right here on the deck of the ‘Black Mary’ with my brothers…fighting ‘Old Scar’s’ mercenaries!” Victor let out a painful groan. “Damn! I’ve been shot…Boss! If you still want to save your girl…get the hell over here! I can only…hold on for another ten minutes!” The communication abruptly ended. “Jack…” Ben Carter and Aria both looked at him, their eyes filled with shock and…a glimmer of new hope.

Madeline's form that awash the canvas scarlet and beside that Marienne's beautiful Turquoise eyes that held hatred for me. But I didn't do anything, so, why should I be scared? Even if something happens to me, I will not bow down, because I know I am innocent. But Victors were powerful, they could get whatever they wanted. Marienne Carlisle Victor was rumored to be the reason behind the fire of Anneville, a place notorious for illegal business and sex trafficing. If it was true and he actually got away with that fire..... He could murder me or sell me to prostitution and no one would ever find me.

He glanced at Jamie in the rearview mirror, voice tentative. "Sir, maybe… you should take a look at who's following us first." Jamie turned his head lazily toward the back window. And then his expression changed. The car behind them was unmistakable—Victory. Victoria's Victory. Custom-built, the only one of its kind in the world. Its tires and glass were both explosion- and bullet-proof, the materials the best that money could buy. And now, that same Victory was ramming into him. For the first time in a long while, Jamie's always-steady mind went blank.

I faced the wall of monitors, my eyes locking onto the feed of Freya’s room. "Speak," I said, answering the call. "Apologies for the intrusion, Boss," Victor’s voice came through, gravelly and precise. "I know the sun is still up, but the shipment at the West Docks has been cleared. The 'insurance' we placed on the rival firms has paid off—they’ve backed out of the bidding. The territory is officially yours. We’re ready to move the assets tonight." "Nice," I murmured. My voice was a low, cold vibration.

Although they were good, I was better but they were making me take longer and they were beginning to make me seriously vulnerable to anyone who might also be pursuing me. Gritting my teeth at the unwelcome dog fight, I killed the speed and threw the ship to the side before firing another volley. The attacking ship hadn't anticipated my move and I hit them with every heated plasma bolt I had. Their shields flickered under the barrage and the ship immediately peeled away and down, breaking the fight and giving me some space.

Victor lay defeated, his armor shattered and his dark ambitions thwarted by the guardians of the artifacts As Victor lay defeated on the ground, the battlefield around us was eerily quiet. The remnants of his forces stood in shock, their resolve crumbling as they realized their leader had been vanquished. Maya, Lila, and I stood together, our breaths heavy with exertion yet filled with the relief of victory. "It's over, Victor," Maya's voice rang out, firm and unwavering. "Your quest for power ends here." Victor struggled to rise, his face contorted with rage and disbelief. "You... you cannot stop me," he spat, his voice hoarse. "The artifacts... they belong to me!"