Allen Death Invincible Novels & Stories

The earth was still bleeding. Bodies. Too many. Some still half-shifted, jaws stretched open in frozen snarls. Others burned in their wolf-skin, claws curled into the dirt like they tried to drag themselves toward the treeline. She didn’t recognize all their faces, but she remembered their scents. They’d called her Alpha. And now, they were gone. Asher crouched beside a corpse, his brow dark with soot, his mouth tight. “They used silver shrapnel. Chemical accelerants. Military-grade.” He touched one of the shards still lodged in a ribcage. “They came prepared.”

"I just recalled, you didn't even stand a chance with Pika." Just as he thought, it upset Nisemono, charging at him with more and more flames thrown. His game face then showed as he sees the other also running to attack. They look like they have practiced since they've scattered surrounding him. This is it! His heart is going to explode in excitement! Giggling he welcome every soul's attack, laughing like an evil villain would. While everyone was fighting on the ground, Amorivia could not help but cover her mouth, trembling. Seeing her friends getting blown, flying and rolling every time the Angel of Death decides to counter the attack he receives.

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

Too many hands. Too much weight. For the first time in years... Mark Romano was forced to one knee. Rain streamed down his face. Blood stained his shirt. Still... He lifted his head. Defiant. Unbroken. The attackers stepped back. A path opened through the crowd. Alessandro Moretti walked forward slowly, applauding. "Magnificent." He stopped in front of Mark. "I've heard stories." He smiled. "They weren't exaggerated." Mark met his eyes without fear. "If you're going to kill me..."

She's as good as dead here in the chemically filled city, no use in dragging around a corpse. Just as Celia was going to give the order to abandoned the hostage, something in the distance caught her attention. A dart embedded into the side of Tessa, causing her to drop to the floor instantly. Celia ducked down, ordering the others to watch out for stray darts as more continued to rain down on them. Jonathan darted forward and grabbed Celia by her forearm, swears coming out of his mouth. As they ran, she made sure to usher the others ahead of her. Her body was more immune to the drugs, so when the darts did hit her, not much was done.

Ambrose's blank expression twisted into a wicked grin, despite the vein popping in his forehead and his white knuckles that held the rope back from his throat. Rhae grinned wickedly in response and held out her hand, still covered in white flame. Icran's face fell with the fire that dropped to the ground. He watched it form a flaming trail that melted the concrete. Before he could react, it reached his feet and enveloped him. With a feral scream, Icran was finally ashes. Gone. Dead. He was dead. It was over.

But I held my ground, matching her strike for strike. “You’re persistent,” she said, her voice cold. “And you’re finished,” I replied. As the battle reached its climax, Jessica and Marcus joined me, their combined efforts forcing Elara back. “You can’t win,” Elara hissed, her voice laced with desperation. “We already have,” I said, driving my dagger into her chest. Her scream echoed through the clearing as she crumpled to the ground, her body dissolving into ash.

She acted as though she was victorious and patted my cheek. "Don't try so hard to get back up. Instead, do your best to leave this world. It'll be a relief to you too. After your death, all your family's assets will become Peter's. "In the end, my child will inherit them." My mind was overwhelmed with all sorts of surging emotions. Snippets from the past started to piece together in my mind, and various thoughts filled my head. My intense emotions urged me to get up as soon as I could. Oblivious to the changes within me, Selena braced herself to continue hurting me.

Most of the victims of the mysterious virus were productive-age Alphas, including the most recent ones. Before approaching, I searched for something to use for digging. Luckily, luck was on my side once again. I found a shovel lying near an old shack, likely used during a recent burial. I took the shovel and walked towards the grave with Sabrina's name. She was the Omega servant at Cassian's palace who died from the virus.