Victorious Survival Novels & Stories

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: SURVIVAL MISSION ACCOMPLISHED: NIGHT OF THE LONG KNIVES. [Reward granted!]

I wiped the blood that was splashed on my face when I slashed Saxxon’s arms. “No! Saxxon! Run!” she shouted; tears are probably streaming down her face. I held my sword up and I placed it in Saxxon’s neck. He was shaking with fear, he even peed his pants. How disgusting I thought. “Goodbye Saxxon, I hope you lived a good life,” I said and I decapitated his head from his body. “You can thank your mom for this result,” I said and I raised my sword indicating my win. “M-my! T-the winner of the First Match! Is Lorieoux Allein Revoltoir! The third son!” The announcer announced, I looked at Davina. Her face looks funny with her make-up destroyed from crying and such.

Immaculate dark coat. Not a single sign of panic. As if he hadn’t just tracked them through a forest while a private bioengineering organization hunted their child. Evelyn’s voice tightened. “You found us fast.” Victor glanced at her briefly. “You were never hard to find.” His eyes moved to Damian. And hardened instantly. “Well.” Damian’s jaw clenched. “Of course it’s you.” Victor stepped closer. “I saved your life tonight.” “You interfered with drones.” “Yes.” “That doesn’t make us allies.”

"You could have killed yourself trying to cycle that safe house logic from this distance." "And you could have died on that roof trying to be a martyr," she countered, pulling back just enough to look me in the eye. She reached up, wiping a smear of soot from my cheek. Her touch was steady, a stark contrast to the chaos still raging a few hundred yards away. "We’re done with the martyrs, Sebastian. From now on, we’re the ones who survive." "Victor is still out there," I reminded her, the strategist in me already beginning to rebuild the ruins of my control. "He has the secondary vessel. He knows we have the codes, but he still has enough firepower to make the next few hours a nightmare."

Reluctantly, Arthur covered her hand in his, giving it a firm shake. "And I look forward to working with you," Victory continued warmly. "Word on the street is that you eat children for breakfast and breathe fire to anyone who dares to mention your name, thus solidifying your status as an unknown recluse. Having sat next to you this past hour, I find my flesh to be of room temperature and you appear to enjoy eating chicken and pudding instead of small children." Victory teased him in her soft musical voice, her green eyes twinkling in merriment and her pink lips were upturned in a wide smile.

I needed it to wash the mud off my wounds, but they refused to let me get close. My colleagues were guarding the place, and they were all glaring at me. "Ms. Hedge found this! You don't deserve it, bitch!" Fortunately, this island was abundant with resources. Wilderness survival was all the craze a few years ago, and many content creators came here to get useful footage. They also left useful stuff behind. I'd skimmed through everything during my search for water. I went to the dump and scrounged some plastic bottles and a cast-iron skillet.

Mama narrowed her eyes as she hit lightly on my back with the rolling pin, "At least respect your mother and don't curse in front of me." I huffed, I barely cursed but some people tended to grate on my nerves. Rolling my eyes, I let myself out of the bed, "Whoever this god is, we will make him eat his words. He is so gonna regret it." "Just don't go near him," Mama sighed as she watched me brush my teeth, "He is a Victor." My eyebrows scrunched as I met her eyes through the mirror, "The Victors?" She nodded. "Why would Victors come to our restaurant?" My voice was muffled as I looked back at her, "They're rich and super snobby. They don't eat in local eatella."

He was outrageous. He cracks the muscles in his neck before setting his eyes on his prey. Nobody betrays him and gets to breath. They have to pay the ultimate price for this. Death. A very painful death. Adan darted forward and grabbed Hugo's collar in a fist, he lands a blow on his face. Blood spurt from his mouth but Adan didn't give him time to check when he lands another blow after blow. Hitting him harder continuously. Hugo winced; his eyes shut tightly in pain.

A way to win. "Scarlett." I turned. Adrian was watching me. "I'm here." "I know." "I'll always be here." I nodded. I looked at the survivors. "We're not giving up. We're not surrendering. We're going to fight. We're going to survive. And we're going to win." The survivors erupted. I smiled. I had an army. Not a large one. But a determined one. And we were ready. Ready to fight. Ready to survive.

Victor's empire stood strong, untarnished by the attempts to bring it down. As we emerged from the battle, battered but victorious, I looked at Victor with a mixture of pride and love. We had faced the threat head-on, refusing to let it break us. And together, we had emerged stronger than ever. In the aftermath of the showdown, we took a moment to celebrate our victory. We gathered with our team, our friends, and our loved ones, raising a glass in toast to the resilience of the human spirit and the power of love and loyalty. As the night drew to a close and we found ourselves alone, I curled up in Victor's arms, finding solace and comfort in his embrace. We had faced our greatest challenge,