Allen Death Invincible Novels & Stories

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Even he realized that Calhoun had received ample chances of killing the two throughout their journey but hadn’t done so. Dominic didn’t let the archon slip that she had killed the Ancient One though. He knew that Freyge would never betray them but the thought that he could accidentally slip to the others, made him signal her to keep that fact to herself. Hence, only three people knew of who had killed the Ancient One and were alive; he himself, Valencia, and Calhoun. The Ancient One and the young boy who had been at the tower were dead and had their memories modified respectively.

It didn’t feel like control anymore. It felt like inevitability. “They’re not stopping!” Callum shouted, blocking a strike that cracked his barrier instantly. His eyes widened in shock. “They’re adapting!” Davian moved fast too fast for the eye striking two corrupted mates down in a blur of precision. But they got back up. Immediately. “They don’t feel pain,” he said grimly. “That’s the problem.” Nathan stepped forward again. “LILA!” he shouted. I flinched. Just slightly.

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.

I say, pulling on my power and Drake’s as well, letting the power and light flow through me. “I, Leana Holstin, Guardian of the Realm, Councilmember to the supernatural world, and mate to King Drake Cazien do sentence you to death for your crimes,” I say and blast the room with my light. The vampires screech and hiss as their bodies dissolve into dust.

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.

It laughed so hard that even some of the crying stopped — people freezing mid-sob, stunned by the sheer insanity of the sound. I could feel it vibrating through my chest, every note cutting through my ribs. When it finally stopped, it wiped an invisible tear from the corner of its eye and said, still chuckling, “Have you forgotten?” Its grin twisted. “You’re also dead.” The man’s mouth fell open. “W-what?” he whispered, barely audible. The Game Master leaned down until their foreheads almost touched. “Dead,” it repeated, dragging the word out like a lover’s whisper. “Every single one of you. Including you. You died. You’re not alive.”

I was Alpha King Xavier's personal Omega maid. I took care of his daily needs and tested his meals for poison. My monthly salary was a staggering fifty thousand dollars. That was until a new, young Omega maid was hired at the estate. When she found out about my pay, her eyes widened. "All she does is serve the Alpha his drinks, and she gets fifty thousand a month?" "I heard the King always rewards her with expensive jewelry and custom dresses. She has it so easy!" Early the very next morning, she couldn't wait to run to the Elder Luna and volunteer. "I want to personally serve the great Alpha King." "I only want twenty thousand dollars, and I'll definitely work harder than her." Lat