All Invincible Volumes Novels & Stories

"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.

"He has a vibe, Sera. Lowkey, he might actually be the safest name on that list." Brooding, scary, intimidating in an undeniably zaddy way. I can feel myself getting flustered thinking about someone I have never even been in the same room with, which is genuinely embarrassing. I am not smitten. I am not swooning or down-bad or anywhere near caught-feelings territory. I am simply nervous. Entirely different. Maksim Orlov stays on the list. "That's everyone," I say, scrolling. Caspian shakes his head and points at the final entry.

Morgan to his cell, Angelic promised her dad that she would do everything to prove his innocence. The next day, William and Angelicp went back to Miss Eleonor Catwood's lab to see the result of her study about the candy. Miss Catwood was a pharmaceutical scientist who had been used to examining different types of medicines. She looked old at her age of 45 yet her brain was so clever that she was able to describe the candy by just looking at it. She said that it was not really a candy, it was formulated to kill human system particularly the internal organs including the major parts such as respiratory and nervous system. The candy was just a trick to cover the deadly particles.

Each orb pulsated with strange power, the light from the orbs casting ethereal reflections around the realm. "This," Nyx continued, gesturing towards the orbs, "is your choice. Each one holds a fragment of power-one to guide your path. Green for healing, blue for wisdom, red for strength, and white for clarity. Choose wisely, for your choice will determine the foundation of your strength."

“W-What kind of monster are you?” James said lightly, “I gave you a chance, but you were too noisy. My patience is limited.” “No, impossible...” Quince’s huge head shook like a wobbling planet. “The thirty-six unorthodox sects and the seventy-two unorthodox factions cultivate the Invincible Vajra Body. There isn’t even a weapon in Zymurgy that can easily harm us. With bloodshot eyes, he stared at James. “W-Which sword do you have in your hand?”

Labeled: MEMORY // UNRESTRICTED // VERSION: HUMAN ---

“He’s barely breathing.” From above, the matriarch stood at the edge of the arena’s door. For once, she said nothing. Her silence was louder than any command. The guards exchanged tense glances but stayed rooted to their posts. Dorian’s eyes locked with hers. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t bow. Didn’t offer a single shred of submission. “You made us fight,” he said. “You always did. But I won’t keep playing your games.” He slipped the black invitation into his coat pocket, turned, and began walking toward the heavy iron doors that led out of the underground arena.

A loud gasp wrenched out of my throat before I could stop myself, I drew backwards, My eyes wide and panicky He stared at me with a predatory look on his face , My legs went weak. God, what did I get into. He thrust his jacket over the armchair next to the window. Flexing the muscles in his forearms. He was all muscle and strength and power, and I might as well have been made from glass. One wrong touch and I would shatter. I stood there shaking with fear, as I watched him undress. He took off the blood-stained shirt, leaving his bare chest in the open ,

Collapsing to the ground, I felt the weight of defeat wash over me, my life flashing before my eyes in a blur of fear and pain. The relentless onslaught of punches and kicks continued unabated, leaving me too feeble to defend myself. My vision blurred and my senses dulled, a disorienting haze enveloping me as one of the men motioned for the others to pause, his gaze fixed intently on me. As he drew nearer, a cruel smirk playing on his lips, he grabbed hold of me, his chilling stare piercing through me. "It seems you've meddled in affairs beyond your reckoning. Our client made it explicitly clear that you must endure excruciating agony," he taunted.

“Victor wasn’t working alone. He was just the face. There’s someone bigger—someone who sees this as more than just psychological warfare.” I felt my blood go cold. “What do you mean?” Lucas turned the screen to me. A list of names, all victims. All women. “Every subject targeted by this program had a connection to someone in global finance, law, politics, or medical innovation. Powerful women… systematically broken. It’s not just research. It’s sabotage.” I sank into the chair across from him, my mind spinning. “What are we dealing with?” I whispered. Lucas looked up at me, eyes grim.