The Invincible Novels & Stories

🔫 "Player 13 is cornered by player 2! Let's see what this player got! Is she really worth the $100,000?" The man in black suit immediately opened his eyes when he heard the number 13. He glanced at the scene, the both of them looked like they were having a conversation. "Can't wait for this to be over soon." his hazel brown eyes was pinned on the big screen. Was it really worth it to put a bet on this girl? 🔫 "I won't make this long. Die, you bitch!" Eleonna was taken aback when the guy suddenly attacked him. Thank god for her fast reflexes to dodge his attack, or else she'll be lying on the ground with a cold body.

"There is more?" "Yes. There won't have any side effects" "You mean to say..." "Yes. That person won't be allergic to any metal, sun, or give in to her inner beast. In other words, he or she will be invincible with all the power at their hands" "Oh my god! This is more twisted than we thought. And they have more than a thousand captives under them. Is this their plan all along? Harvest their blood and then sacrifice them?"

As Villanelle grew older her beauty became legendary, and her parents, worried for her safety, pleaded with the Gods, begging them to send her a protector. One that knew right from wrong, with the strength of a hundred wolves and the magic to pass judgement that was always fair and true, ensuring that Villanelle would never be in danger or have her heart broken. The Gods talked amongst themselves, trying to decide what they should do, until a slender young woman, with ice for eyes and hair the colour of snow, stood up and addressed them all, " My wolves are pure of heart and loyal to the mate bond, I say we should bind her to a wolf, that way she will always be protected."

But I was really yearning to breathe the fresh air outside this hole. "Are you going to ignore me today also? I mean you should get a break from those books you read always." Nick is an annoying prick. I learnt his name the second day I got here, Nick Thatcher, he had been in an accident and was in rehab for that. He is a rich guy but very down to earth, it was part of his timetable to annoy me every single day and I just ignored him.

--- It would be silent. --- And unstoppable.

But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that strength with a kind and energetic spirit, the mother of our two pups, and the most breath-takingly beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. “Hello, my love.” I say, my face breaking out into a huge grin when I see her walk through the door. That’s part of her magic – even with the craziness of vampires potentially threatening our pack, she can always make me smile simply by walking into the room. When we got the call from Scarlett that it looked like vampires had been at our southern border and to keep everyone inside, my mate jumped into full-on Beta mode, helping me strategize who should s

And yet, in his pursuit of invulnerability, he remained oblivious to the price he would ultimately pay. As his powers swelled, so too did the rift between him and those who once stood by his side. Alienated and alone, he became a prisoner of his own hubris, unable to see the abyss into which he had fallen. The warnings of his father echoed faintly in the recesses of his mind, drowned out by the cacophony of his own ambition.

Griffin teased. "I am beyond such worldly behavior. I never speak carelessly," Dunley declared. Griffin thought Dunley was just being stubborn, but when he saw how serious Dunley looked, it didn't seem like Dunley was just making an empty statement. So, he asked, "The Marquis is already so strong. If he can't be considered invincible, then who can?" "In the last 50 years, only one person was ever worthy of being considered invincible—the Lord of Carnage, Mason York, who was at his prime over two decades ago," Dunley declared. "Now he was truly invincible."

"Does this fool know that I have no limit to finances?" He turned his head and stared at Damont who felt a cold hand squeeze his heart. He trembled slightly and couldn't stare him down so he lowered his eyes. Frost made a 70 million bid and Damont again raised it to 80 million. He was determined to gift Vinca the vase she had desired to get. His small mind was overworking. Vinca had lost her memory so she didn't remember him. Moreover, the kidnapping incident involving him and what followed after was completely wiped off her memory.