Victorious Survival Novels & Stories

All that could be heard in the living room were gasps, everyone knowing that it was impossible to break a mate bond without a formal rejection. “What? That’s not possible.” Rian growls. “It’s entirely possible for a dark spell caster to do. A powerful dark spell caster.” Alstin calmly says. “Beatrix,” I whisper, tears sliding down my face. “What?! There’s no way she survived the war.” Alstin exclaims, shock written all over his face. “According to the rogues that had infiltrated our territory, Beatrix somehow survived. That’s what they told Euan and Juniper.” Rian whispered.

Soon after Tsao's group reunited, the wolves retreated ending the battle as quickly as it started. Among the survivors there were few standing, making Tsao realize how close they were to end up among the casualties. When he met bob he was about to fight a wolf barehanded and Anne would have been a sacrifice just to earn a couple seconds more to a lowly scum who wouldn't even fight for himself. Some people were mourning the dead while others walked around trying to help any survivors. Tsao noticed that there were those who would die after a single bite and those who survived even the most gruesome wounds, but still perished due to blood loss or lack of treatment.

he growled, motioning for the Warriors to move in and restrain the criminals, but in a flash, Eric shifted, attacking the closest group of Warriors in his path to freedom. The remaining traitors fell, cowering on their knees, but the commotion grew as Eric fought with all his might to escape. A handful of his Warriors joined him, upholding their oath to protect their Alpha. Once Dainin was sure Tessa was not in danger, he shifted and joined the fight. Tables were strewn across the room as the sound of gnashing teeth and growls filled the air, but the Warriors blocked Dainin’s path and his eyes grew wide when he saw Eric’s human form make it to the door.

It was the ultimate wipe-out skill. Watching the scene unfold, a trace of fanatic excitement flashed in my eyes. I had gambled right. In this apocalypse where all order had collapsed, Ruth was the strongest cheat code, the biggest powerhouse I could cling to. And Callie’s armored vehicle? What was that compared to this?

The battle had been long, grueling, and, in the end, victorious. The ground around the ruins still smoldered, the heavy stench of smoke mixing with the damp air of the evening. The remnants of the once-glorious artifact chamber lay scattered across the rocky expanse, an eerie silence now hanging in the place that had once held so much power. The group of survivors stood together, bruised but alive, staring at the destruction they had caused in order to end Victor’s reign.

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“We’ll destroy it first. We’ll make sure he never gets his hands on it.” Vance laughed again. “You think you can stop Victor? You think you can stand in his way? He’s not like his brother, Liam. Kang Jin was greedy, yes. But he had weaknesses. He had family he cared about, people he loved. Victor has no weaknesses. He has no family, no friends, no mercy. He’s a realist. And he’s going to win. Because he’s willing to do whatever it takes.”

Spiro raised one hand, and a line of Vaelcryns surged past him, cutting off a group of soldiers before they could reach the captives. Victor moved towards Elara. Only one step. Then he stopped because three soldiers tried to block him. That was a mistake. Victor did not shift. He did not need to. He moved with the brutal efficiency of a man who had survived the Outlands and come back with violence carved into his bones. The first soldier went down with his throat opened. The second screamed as Victor broke his arm and drove him into the stone. The third stumbled back before Ronan crossed the distance and slammed him away from his father’s path.

He had driven her to the international terminal under the cover of a blackout he’d engineered in the Council’s security grid. "You can't stay," Malcolm had whispered, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard the leather groaned. "Victor is already hunting the rest of your bloodline. If you stay, you’re a corpse. If you leave, you’re a legend." At the gate, the young girl—eyes haunted and hollow—had gripped his hand. "Why are you helping me?"

“That luck won’t last. Rise again, spread your poison among these slaves, and I’ll see your blood in the dirt.” His eyes raked over her like a predator savoring its prey. He almost seemed to relish the silence between them. But Sara did not break. She met his stare, unflinching, refusing to bow her head. Rowan smirked, humorless and sharp as glass. “Remember that, girl. You live because I allow it.” And with that, he straightened, turned his back, and walked away—already certain he had won. Sara’s chest rose and fell sharply. She released the breath she had been holding, heart pounding like a drum. His threat wasn’t just against her. It was against every soul in the camp who dared to hope.