Victory Novel Novels & Stories

As he came charging towards her, she shifted slightly at the last second and he rammed into the wall. She looked down, saw the gun, and made a quick decision. Just as he lunged the knife at her, digging it deep into her left side, she bent down, took the gun, and shot at him. Sammy couldn't believe he got shot in the foot. He went to the fallen Vinca and rained blow after blow at her until he was spent. Seeing that he was bleeding profusely and was about to collapse, he kicked her but there was no movement.

And as the lights of the city began to wink on, one by one, Davidson Ekon felt the emptiness solidify around him. The war was truly over. He had won everything. And in the chilling quiet of his absolute victory, he found not peace, but the profound and lonely truth that some victories are not celebrations. They are interments. And with Victor’s death, he had not just buried his rival; he had buried the last man who had known the full measure of his struggle, the last living soul who understood the exact price he had paid for the throne. The emptiness was not just around him; it was within him. The crown was his. The world was his. And it was his to rule, alone. —

"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 tears she was trying to stop finally left her eyes as she whispered further. "Even if your victory caused my life?" Alvin clenched his jaw before grabbing the document and forwarding to her. "In our world, Sacrifice is a must, you will not die, Aurora. Life can be tough ahead but I can't let him win!" This time she stared at her father and couldn't recognize him, the vengeance and the need to take Ace down had shunned his mind completely.

This is what it feels like to fight for something and come out on top. The room clears slowly, and I gather my notes with trembling hands. My heart is still pounding, the glow of victory settling into my bones. I'm walking out of the classroom, lighter than I've felt in the entire novel so far. I'm proud of myself. I'm proud of who I am when I'm fighting for something I believe in.

Their ords sunk like knives into my chest, and for the life of me, I couldn't bring myself to stop thinking about it. Victory had never felt this hollow, no, it didn’t feel like victory at all. It felt like the beginning of a curse and one thing was sure, the aftermath was sure to be deadly.

The conqueror had won by inventing a game where victory meant no one else had to lose. Dr. Sharma walked away, her notebook full of facts, her mind full of a silence that was not empty, but profound. She would write her book. It would be a book about a ghost who had haunted the world into waking up. And the ghost, she knew, would have hated every page. Which was, perhaps, the final proof that he had succeeded.

There’s nothing of Marlowe in her; her face is a mirror of my own. “What’s wrong, Victory?” I ask her, almost whispering. She drops her eyes to the floor. “Nothing,” she says, then leans into me and wraps her tiny arms around my neck. I wrap my arms around her and am about to ask her again, but then Gray’s at the door. “How does a guy get in on that hug?” he asks. Victory runs to him, her face bright now, no trace of the sadness I saw a moment ago. He lofts her into the air and then squeezes her. We smile at each other over Victory’s head as she giggles with delight. He puts her back down.

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.

Vittoria's POV It was Mr Palazzo, the sound of the book falling must have woken him up. My hands trembled as I thought of what to do, my back still facing him. “Vittoria, what are you doing?” He asked again, taking a step forward. I quickly tucked the small book under my top, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it. I quickly picked up the thick book from the table and held it up. I turned to face him, a nervous smile plastered on my face. “Ohhh ….I was just looking around because I couldn't sleep, and I found a library so I decided to find something to read.” I said quickly, trying to sound as casual as possible.