You're The Reason Victorious Novels & Stories

“How can you not know about this?! “If you don’t survive on the battlefield, nobody would even think about you after you turn into a damn ghost! “Winner takes all today! “The victors will always write the history! “As long as I win, who cares if I kill you with a damn gun?! “Everyone would think that you bit off more than you could chew and got slapped to death!” Harvey sighed. “You make a good point. “But it’s a shame. You can’t beat me, so your false reasoning wouldn’t be useful anyway.” “I can’t beat you?! What a joke!” Vince took a deep breath. He started taking Harvey more seriously after failing to kill Harvey twice in a row.

Through transformation that never ended. That was victory. That was purpose. That was perfect. Exactly as it should be. Now and always. Forever.

I tell him after several insistence on his part, once I finish he looks at me surprised - And why are you so calm? - He tells me, still not believing - I would go look for her before she does something stupid. - Do you think he will go? - I ask him now, doubting. I see how he puts his hand to his face and sighs - We're talking about the victory that we know, right? - I nod - the one that escaped from your clutches as many times as it could and yes, there were many...VICTORY IS IMPULSIVE, you're supposed to know that.

From determination to be more than what tried to destroy me. This is victory. This is legacy. This is everything.

With future that feels like delayed reckoning. We won. Definitely won. Absolutely won. But winning doesn't mean safe. Doesn't mean secure. Doesn't mean finished. It means temporarily successful. Until the next threat. Until the next battle. Until the next death count. That's leadership. That's community. That's resistance. Forever fighting. Forever building. Forever carrying the dead. Sixty-seven names. Sixty-seven families. Sixty-seven reasons to keep going. Even when victory feels hollow. Especially when victory feels hollow.

© Written by Victor Olusa Episode 3 "Over 7 billion people roaming the surface of this planet Earth." Victor Olusa Chuckled. "Mother Earth will thank me for reducing the population once this project is a success." Victor moved a pawn piece forward obstructing The opponent's rookie official from checking his King official, and also leaving an opening for his Bishop official to act at the next move. "And in return we get richer. World domination in our palms." John Fishman replied with a smile. "I sure made the right choice joining your cause."

It’s not just my own personal battle against Dwight that has been won, but a collective triumph, forged through unity and unwavering resolve. As I watch my warriors celebrating our hard-fought victory, I murmur through my blood-stained mouth, “It’s over. We won.”

"Tonight, we have proven our strength and our courage. Let this victory serve as a reminder to all who would challenge us: we will fight until the end, and we will always emerge victorious." With a chorus of triumphant howls, my warriors raised their fists in the air, the moonlight glinting off their weapons as they celebrated our hard-won victory. And as we stood together, united in purpose and resolve, I knew that nothing could ever break the bond of loyalty that bound us as one. As I was celebrating this victory, my mind took me back to the omega who saved me, I wouldn't be here fighting today if she didn't save my life. I had to find her.

“Damien will regroup, and he’ll come back.” “I know,” I replied. “But we’ll be ready.” We began to move through the battlefield together, checking on our warriors and offering words of encouragement. I felt a renewed sense of purpose with every step, every life saved, and every face that looked to us with gratitude. The victory we had earned today wasn’t just in the battle—it was in the resilience of our pack, the strength of our bond, and the unbreakable hope we carried.

Defeated. ---