Victorious Singing Novels & Stories

She came back to see Victor getting humiliated and after what Christian said, the DJ decided to change the atmosphere of the room by playing some music and the music that happened to play first was Unstoppable by Sia. Just as he wanted to change it to a song that fits the occasion, he saw everyone gasping and exclaiming as they all turned in one direction, his curiosity took the best of him and instead of changing the song he stretched his neck to see what is causing the commotion and his jaw dropped when he saw the damsel that has got all their attention. With calculated steps, fitting along with the music, ~ I'll put my armor on..show you how strong I am~ The lyrics go so well with her fee

Astrid tried to make her violin sound and echo to match the beat of the sorcerers. “Radcliff, The Firebreath!” “We come with full of pride…” Astrid sang. “Beware of the red death!” “We fight and no one dead…” “Power, Fire, Winner, Sorcerer!” “Brother, Partner, Fighter, Commander!” “Let’s fight with our last breath!” “Be bright with our high pride!”

It’s not just my own personal battle against Dwight that has been won, but a collective triumph, forged through unity and unwavering resolve. As I watch my warriors celebrating our hard-fought victory, I murmur through my blood-stained mouth, “It’s over. We won.”

The photographer gave us a cue, smiling behind the camera. "Ready? Three, two, one!" "Cheese!" The camera clicked, and the image froze in time—just Valerie and I, smiling at each other, full of happiness. Life had struck me hard, but I chose to sing through the pain.

vanished into thin air. I dropped to my knees, frustrated. Tears streamed down my face like a flood. I wept into the palm of my hand, feeling guilty and sorry for myself. The rogue lycans scattered. The vampires withdrew. They scattered like rats, unwilling to lose the war as they were already seeing the outcome. I could hear loud cheers from where I was. That was the sound of victory, coming from the Duskborn blood. I managed to get on my feet, and walk out to where I could see them.

Chapter 5 Sweet Vanilla The reunion event was only filled with dinner and a few remarks by the performer, because the theme was relaxed and tended to be like a party, as the night wore on, several people began to take turns singing along with a singer who had been prepared to enliven the event. As the night wore on, the singing started to turn into a dance party. Vanilla's friends began to find their respective partners that night, happily dancing to the music. Meanwhile, Vanilla was just watching because the number of couples was just right, as if the event was coincidentally designed for couples.

“Still… weak.” Damien stood over him, his fists clenched, blood dripping from his knuckles. “I am not you. I will not become you. You die alone. Knowing you lost. Knowing your empire is gone. Knowing your daughter betrayed you. Knowing your wife and child will never belong to you.” Victor tried to laugh again, but it turned into a choking cough. Blood flecked his lips as he stared at the ceiling. “You think… this is victory? I will haunt you… from the grave.”

he whispered, “you know, I heard we were going to sing that ‘Breaking Dimensions’ song—” “Alba Precepts already beat us to it,” I cut in quietly. He blinked. “What?” “Vicky told me,” I clarified. “One of them thought they were clever, snuck it in during one of their ‘moving up ceremony’ rehearsals. Said the fans came crawling out of the woodwork during practice. One of them even had that purple hot sauce bottle.” Jaric stared at me for half a second. Then his grin widened—dangerously. “Vicky,” he said. “We’re at nickname basis now, huh?”

Nabita’s pov ; The battle erupted, a symphony of ferocious snarls, thundering footfalls, and the clash of teeth and claws against wicked steel. Each pack member fought with unwavering resolve, their bodies moving in perfect harmony with the primal instincts coursing through their veins. Victor, the vampire. who had accompanied us on this journey, displayed unearthly agility and strength. He effortlessly evaded the ritualists' attacks, his movements fluid and precise. With each strike, he disarmed his foes, rendering them helpless against the combined might of our pack.

I tried, voice breathier now: “‘When you find that once again you long to take your heart back and be free…’” Victor slid two thick fingers inside me, curling them perfectly while his tongue flicked relentlessly against my clit. The blindfold heightened every sensation — the cool wood beneath my back, the heat of his mouth, the wet sounds of his fingers pumping into my dripping pussy. My singing fractured into broken whimpers and gasps, but I fought to keep the melody alive, the notes rising and falling with the pleasure he was drawing from my body.