Victorious Singing Novels & Stories

He had chosen Davidson, and it was going to cost him his throne. The chorus of “Ayes” began. Victor’s was first, clear and triumphant. Dobbs’s was a gruff bark. Isabelle Rossi’s was a quiet, pragmatic murmur. One by one, the voices came. Not a unanimous roar, but a decisive, damning majority. When the tally was done, the silence returned, heavier than before. Victor Brandt leaned back in his chair, clasping his hands together over his stomach. He didn't smile, but the triumph gleamed in his eyes. He had the votes. He had won.

“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.”

Maybe it's the alcohol but I catch a glimpse of the woman I fell for, and not the woman I hate. When the song dies down and "I don't wanna live forever" by Taylor Swift and Zyan Malik begins to play, Victor walks up to her while the crowd claps. She was in my arms before she got on that table, dragged by Sarang but at least she came down, and she's been gone for while now. “I love this song!” she screams “Rose, come down.” Victor tells her, too nice.

he said, as if he had been waiting for her and was really happy that she had arrived next to him. “This is Emily, she sings for Two Way Street,” Vice announced. “Ah,” Victor fixed her with his full and undivided attention. “That Emily,” he said, taking her hand between his. “We have been listening to you on the radio and thinking, we have to meet that woman.” “Such a voice,” Vice agreed, stroking a lock of hair back from her face. “So sexy.” “Seriously sexy,” Victor agreed. “We would love to work with you.”

Behind me, Orion nods to his captains, signaling them to gather the prisoners. I turn to him, lifting my sword. Hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence, I raise it high. “Crimson Moon stands victorious!” I call. My voice echoes across the plain. “By the strength of our bond, by the power of our love, we have reclaimed our home!” A cheer breaks out, rolling across the valley like thunder. My brothers answer, voices ringing with triumph. I feel Henry’s hand brush mine as he anchors his wards around our lines, protecting the wounded.

My heart starts to violently race just thinking about him. "Fuck." I hear myself say. I. fucking. Love. Luca. Venturi! “Incredible!! Vanessa!” A low roar, heavily accented voice rips through the air, making every hair on the back of my neck stand up.

The soldiers, weary yet triumphant, gathered around their Alpha, their eyes filled with admiration and respect. "Our victory today is a testament to our unity and unwavering spirit," Alpha Caleb declared, his voice resonating with pride. "Together, we have prevailed against the darkness. Let us rebuild our kingdom and ensure that such a threat never arises again." The soldiers cheered, their howls of triumph echoing into the night. They knew that their journey was far from over, but they were filled with renewed hope and determination. They had faced the darkest of adversaries and emerged victorious, united under the leadership of Alpha Caleb and Lady Victoria.

Damian's POV The victory howl still echoed in my bones hours later, a primal chorus that had ripped through the estate as Voss's lifeless body hit the mill floor. Blood—mine, his, the hybrids' metallic tang—still crusted my skin beneath the fresh shirt I'd thrown on. The pack had feasted that night: roaring fires in every hearth, tables groaning under venison and whiskey, songs of triumph bellowing until the rafters shook. Viktor had clasped my forearm again, his grip bruising with respect, promising Shadowclaw warriors for our borders "until the moon falls." Even Grandma Eleanor had allowed herself a rare second dram of scotch, her eyes glassy with pride as she toasted, "To the Blackwood li

“Let her.” The shadows shifted. Something hissed. Victor stood, bare-chested, the sigils across his skin glowing faintly. He traced a claw across his throat, drawing blood. “One pack. One war. One death.” He smiled. “I hope she brings them all.”

My hands tapped the dashboard, my jaw unclenching as I sang along, my voice rough but alive, my chest heaving with the joy of the moment, my heart racing with the thrill of our success. “Sweet victory, huh?” I said, my voice loud, my eyes gleaming, my throat burning with a laugh, my chest swelling with the shared euphoria. Tom grinned, his hands steady on the wheel, his voice gruff, his heart open with amusement. “Hell yeah, Lucas,” he said, his eyes flicking to me, his hands tapping to the beat. “Sing it like you mean it—we’re halfway to burying that bastard.” My heart pounded, my throat tightening with the camaraderie, my hands trembling with the thrill, my jaw grinding with the resolve to