He Has Me Invincible Novels & Stories

He replied softly, “Because your system recognizes me as the strongest reference signal.” Anna blinked slowly. “So I cannot even be near you normally.” “No,” he said. Silence. She let out a small breath. “That is inconvenient,” she muttered. A faint pause. Then Adrian said, “It is worse than inconvenient.” She looked at him. “What is it then?” Silence. Adrian answered quietly, “It is dependency formation.” Silence. Anna stared at him. “…that sounds dangerous.” “It is,” he said. Silence. The room felt still again.

He would not go down without a fight. As the black mist was consuming the eagle, Hendricks pulled out a silver dagger from his breast pocket and hid it in his palm. As the black mist charged into his protective barrier, he frantically recited an ancient verse. It was an age-old chant of purification. It would not take long for the black mist to break through his barrier. A dull blue glow began to emit from the tiny silver dagger as Hendricks continued to chant.

I ask in a small voice, feeling hurt. He opens and closes his mouth, a frown now present on his forehead. " I'm not fragile. I'm still Chloe....See me as you did before." I say. " Chloe, I've never once seen you as some fragile doll, you are the strongest person I know. You are a survivor and the most stubborn, frustrating, beautiful soul, with eyes that make me grow weak to the knees, and....." He groans out with a look of frustration on his face.

“You need a little distraction.” I try to think about something else—anything else—so that I can manage to get home in one piece. But rainbows and puppies aren’t what come to mind. Instead, I get flashes of dancing with Arnold Brighton. His soulful eyes. His masculine scent. And his beard—oh, his glorious fucking beard. He’s my every dark and dirty fantasy come-to-life. A muscled, tatted former military man with rough hands and a soft heart that he hides behind that guarded exterior.

My beta watches me with furrowed brows. “What happened?” He tucks his dick back into his pants and zips his fly, eager to hear what I’m about to say. “Ever since my mating rut with Rain, I developed a new ability.” If Lester was anxious before he became dead curious now. “What power?” “Invincibility.” He draws his head back in shock and gasps for a second. Then. “Show me.” I do it without hesitation. I build up that shell that makes me invisible like it’s my second skin.

, I demanded. He sat upright and sighed, looking at me critically. “Near death has not made you sentimental, I see”, he said. “There you go, talking like a suit again”, I said jokingly. “We now have a common enemy. His name is Vincenzo”, he said, getting off the bed. I looked up at him as he heaved slowly, causing his chest to rise and fall steadily. “Yes, we do. But he is practically untouchable and I am lucky to be alive so, what is it?”, I said.

“And a highly treasured one, at that.” “What does it mean?” I whispered. “Your children…” My father reached up with a trembling hand to cup my face. “As long as you are near… Will never… Die…” I stared at him in shock. He was already sleeping again, his hand falling back to the blankets, but David’s expression was resolute. “My children are… What? Invincible?” I asked. It sounded absurd. “Because of this… ability?”

Not the normal red he usually has, not the Alpha red anymore, it was golden, and there was the look of death on his face. If I had never known him, I'd be scared to death of him. Slowly, Kieran turned his neck, and cracked his knuckles. “You will all die for touching my woman,” He said, and his voice echoed all through the woods. The wind answered his voice, and so did the trees. So did the birds of the air, and the animals of the sea. It was like he was in control of everything. He had become invincible. He had become…

He said, his voice lowering as if he didn't want someone to hear it on this lone seat on the roof. "Nobody should ever have to go through what I had to go through". I whispered as he nodded his head, "nobody should have to go through what you had to go through, either". I said, as I stared at him, Seth blared through my head. Nobody should go through a feeling of feeling so worthless over something you should be able to control, but you can't. "I think this makes us invincible". He said, wholeheartedly as he smiled. His hand solemnly grasped mine, as I fled to his side, scooting closer along the rugged roof.

Zayn bowed respectfully when walked into the hall. When his words died away, a deep, resonant voice came from the palace saying, “Zayn Larson.” “Yes, Your Majesty!” Zayn immediately bowed lower. In that instant, Zayn felt like he was meeting a god. Such unbeatable fighters were also known as invincibilis. What did invincibilis mean? Could it be that the person was so invulnerable that he was practically a god? Zayn could not confirm that.