Vince Champ Novels & Stories

Why is your life worth 100 million dollars when you're just a regular person? "But that's not important. Since you've offered yourself, I'm not going to show any mercy. "Everyone, whoever has what it takes can claim this 100 million dollar reward!" After speaking, Vince attacked first. He was an Expert of Martial Arts and was a top assassin in his early years. His strength was not to be underestimated. Upon seeing this, the others hurried to join him. After all, the reward money in front of them was a huge temptation. Since Alexia was the one who fought earlier, Vince instinctively thought that Woody was weak. So, in order to subdue Alexia, he had to defeat Woody—her "leader".

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."

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"Day two of champion-against-champion fights is about to begin. Get your banners in the air and cheer on your favorite champion. First up, we have Lt. Shaan of Cok and Capt. Vipul of Hassin. Please step into the arena," the announcer says and the two of them leave the holding area.

Vince and I were about to drink some champagne after silently gobbling down some meat when we both heard her scream. It came as a shock at first, with my best man and I just staring at each other the first few seconds. Then we unleashed. I went out in a blur of gold light, crashing into whatever dared stay in my way. I could feel Vince behind me, his speed almost on par with mine. I could feel his anger pushing against me and it made me glad I had someone with me in this fight. Vince was as shocked as I was when I told him about Icelyn. He was there from the beginning of it all. He knew how impossible it was supposed to be able to find her. He knew I couldn't lose her... again.

It wasn’t long after they met that they had me, and then my sister. SLAM! Someone rams into my shoulder, sending me reeling into the lockers that I was walking past to get to my first class of the day. Great. “Well look who it is, it’s chimneyfish!” A Senior says. Ew, it’s Grant. He’s the star football player for our school and the most popular kid in school. Euan was for the longest time, but he graduated early to start his Alpha King training. I push myself off the lockers, ignoring his favorite nickname for me since everyone knew I was a hybrid—wolf/siren.

He releases his grip on my mouth and forcefully spins me around to face him. This man is nothing like Thomas. His eyes are a deep shade of brown, and a scar runs across one of his eyebrows. His hand is grimy and covered in black grime, slicked back by natural grease, and I can detect the lingering smell of smoke on his breath. I glance over his shoulder and spot Dale standing there, offering me a smile accompanied by a gentle wave of his finger.

It was Victor Vance, Julian Vance’s older brother, Arthur Vance’s nephew, and the chief operating executive for the New York Titans’ arena facilities. Victor looked remarkably like his disgraced uncle: slicked-back dark hair, tailored designer clothes, and a bitter, venomous look in his eyes that made my skin crawl. "Miss Hopkins," Victor sneered, folding his arms over his chest as he looked down at me. "I see Chase’s personal little media dog is allowed to roam the restricted halls of the Garden freely." I stopped in my tracks, holding my head high, adjusting my camera strap with absolute, cool composure.

Alpha Wyatt’s P.o.V I was expecting pain, but not this severe, it’s like lightning, electrocuting you and without my wolf, I can’t heal. Looking over to Remi, she has her eyes closed, not wanting to see me in pain, I know through our mate bond that she feels my pain, we share the feeling, we’re connected in every way. I let out a scream, unable to hold it in anymore as it’s causing me to feel like I’m going to pass out.

I was just about to fold myself into the vehicle when I halted, glaring Victor dead in the eyes as I questioned, "How can I be certain that you don't plan to do anything to me?" Victor huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his features twisted in a pensive mask. After a minute or two, he began signing, "Message your friend. Tell her you're with me. My name is Victor Silva. If she doesn't hear from you in the morning then she should file a charge against me." Silva. Hispanic decent. His tanned skin suddenly made a lot of sense. I fished out my phone from the pocket of my trench coat and opened a chat with Erica.