Holly Invincible Novels & Stories

The one-eyed man’s jaw dropped. Favonius was equally stunned. Since he was located very close to Alex and Holly, he had a clear view of what went down. The invincible Holly who didn’t lose in any of the thirteen intense fights still couldn’t even make Alex budge an inch. Alex looked at Holly's pretty face and smiled. “If that’s all you’ve got, you won’t be able to beat me,” he said. “Is that so? I haven’t even used my full force! Since you asked for it, I’ll give it to you!” Holly felt slightly embarrassed. In the next second, she channeled 100% of her energy to her fist and attacked Alex.

“Holly went here and tried to save us. She successfully sneaked inside the campsite without being detected.” Her face brightened for a second. “The Wakeham princess? The last heir to the bloodline of the pure-blood Alphas? She was here? I thought she’s—” “Pregnant, yes.” I chuckled shortly, both in awe and longing for my mate. I couldn’t feel anger that she broke her promise not to put herself in danger again. Holly was a brave Luna, a loving mate, and a loyal friend. I knew she would do something to save us if she could and she managed to get Alec and Mel from the campsite. Successfully.

Al Capone is behind the bar, polishing a glass that doesn’t exist. Holly is on stage mid-song, copper dress glowing, but she stops the second she sees me. She’s off the stage and in front of me before the piano note finishes dying. Holly (quiet): “You met her.” I nod. Holly hugs me so hard my ribs creak. Holly: “Then we’re closing the mirrors.” She turns to the room. Holly (voice carrying like she owns the afterlife): “Listen up, boys. Every reflective surface in Hot Springs just became enemy territory.

Small and fast. Holly. "No!" I tried to shout, but my voice came out as a whisper. Holly threw herself between Tate and Heriberto just as dark magic exploded from the warlock's hands. The spell hit her full force. Holly screamed, her body convulsing. Then she fell, smoke rising from burns that covered her entire torso. "Holly!" Tate's voice was raw with grief. The distraction was enough. Tate rolled away as Heriberto's follow-up attack hit empty ground.

William said. Holly was one of the new interns and she was known for her brilliant Kung-Fu skills. She had gotten into self-defence training before joining the agency, of course oblivious to the fact that she won’t be needing those skills with the kind of super powers she had. However, after having developed a passion for the sport, she now continued it as a fitness regime and often displayed her tactics to amuse her friends. *-*-*-*-*-*-* William, Olivia and Holly checked into a B&B as soon as they arrived in Maine.

"Holly, Stella slipped off the mountain accidentally and is bleeding heavily! You need to come to the hospital immediately to draw blood!" "You have half an hour to come to the hospital." "You'll be held accountable if anything happens to Stella!" After reading the texts, Holly left the group chat and blocked them all, her face devoid of expression. From now on, she was no longer Stella's blood bank, no longer Frank and Mary's daughter, no longer Colin's sister, and certainly not Oscar's fiancee. She was Holly Webster, and nothing more. She turned her head one last time to glance at the place she had called home for over 20 years, then stepped into the car that came to pick her up with the s

I asked. "Yes," Holly replied. "Thanks to you, it's all over. You're still very weak and need plenty of time to recover. It's a good thing you're young. Otherwise, no amount of medicine would have saved you." Holly stood up as she said, "Now that you're safe, I'm off to hunt down the rest of the Gods. One day, I'll destroy them all so they can't harm anyone ever again." I mustered a weak smile. "Good luck."

Holly had taught me well—not just how to fight, but how to survive. As I ventured deeper into the cave, a soft voice called from the shadows. "My good girl, you truly are resourceful." Holly Reed stepped into a patch of moonlight, bearing a knowing smile. But this wasn't the Holly who had taught me combat skills. This was someone else entirely—someone playing a much longer game.

Tristan declared. “Okay, good news wins the votes.” I sighed. “So, um. Mom, Dad, I’d like you to meet Holly Boland, my girlfriend. She used to live around here and was friends with Logan. Her boy Samuel is the one Tristan has probably talked about. It’s still early, and I probably would’ve rather introduced you when we were more presentable…” I started to ramble. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Whitland. As your son said, I’m Holly Boland. We’ve met before, though in passing. I was your son’s self-defense instructor long ago before I moved home to New York.” Holly politely smiled and shook their hands.