How Old Was Oliver When He Died Invincible Novels & Stories

In that war, four Elite guards died in their fifties, and two would have been Dominic's age if they had lived. Those two. They were so young when they died… Maybe that’s why Dominic was so angry after seeing those six men that Olivia revived from the dead. Those six men had already found peace after fighting for the Silver Pack and had died with glory. And Olivia took that all away from them. Now I understood what my husband felt. As I dug into more files, wanting to know more about these men, something fell on my head that baffled me and almost made me yell in surprise. “What the hell—”

Because somehow— that sentence carried personal weight. Not professional. Personal. Oliver looked carefully between them. Then suddenly— he understood. “She recruited you.” Elias stayed silent. Which answered enough. Seraphine watched Oliver with visible curiosity now. “You notice patterns quickly.” Oliver ignored the comment. “How old was he?” The question surprised everyone slightly. Even Seraphine paused. Then quietly— “Sixteen.” Ariana felt cold instantly. Sixteen. That was barely older than a child.

She said before leaning a little closer to me and confidently stated, "Oliver is only two years older than Christopher." I was taken aback by her statement and responded with a hint of disbelief in my voice, "Wait, Oliver is just two years older than Christopher? Are you sure?" Sandy nodded, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "Absolutely," she affirmed. "And since Christopher is 19, that means Oliver is 21." My shock grew as I processed this information. "Wow, I thought Oliver was around 23. He just seems so mature and well put-together for his age."

Oliver smiled. “Much better. So how old are you?” He asked as he began to pour wine into the wine glasses. The night was going to be more interesting than he ever imagined. Nevertheless, he had to be sure she wasn’t underage. “I’m a nineteen-year-old college student in my final year,” she said shyly, avoiding his gaze, though all she wanted to do was look at him all day. Oliver was very handsome, as he shared the same resemblance with his sister, Mercedes. Whereas working and being trained by Nathan caused him to adopt a lot of things which changed his personality to resemble that of the latter.

"So yeah, I showed him who you really were. Remember when I made you choose-his life or yours? You could barely stand, shaking and sobbing that you didn't want to die. And then, you stood there and let him die in your place." "Oliver died because of you. You're the one who killed him." "Don't you ever feel guilty, Olivia? He was such an idiot. Even when your face got slashed, even when they forced you to sleep with those filthy sub-wolves, he still begged me to leave you alone. And you? You were too drunk on the thrill to care he was dying for you." "Right up till the end, the only name he said... was yours." Maria's words sliced right through Olivia, like blades carving into her soul. Her p

“It shocked me when a patient was rushed inside earlier with Miss O'brian. It turns out it was you. Did something happen?” Oliver clenched his jaws. He didn’t know where to start. The emotions he managed to suppress earlier started bombarding his system. As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, tears flooded in his. “Frank… She’s gone.” A painful sob escaped Oliver’s lips. “Sherly… She died on fire months ago.”

Oliver was not in time to react to it and fixed his gaze to look at it, which the sight of it terrified him. "This… this… this…" Oliver widened his eyes to look at the scene before him. At that moment, the tens of Genetic Fighters behind him had all fallen to the ground and were all dead with their eyes opened. "How is this even possible?!" In the end, Oliver still blurted it out and his face looked utterly terrified. Lucas glanced at Oliver faintly, and slowly said, "I've said before that I'll make you witness their corpses in just one second. Now, do you believe what I said?"

"That's why she always hated being here. She felt disconnected from all of us, even though we tried to include her on everything we did." That made sense. For whatever reason, Olivia despised us, and constantly reminded us how much she hated us, even when she was younger. Now we understood why. Now, it was all starting to make sense. "Their names were David, Lilly, and Kindle Stone." Erin said a little quiet now. "That's who she killed that day. An entire family just ruthlessly taken like that, without so much regard to the world. David was only 11. Lilly was barely 7 and well Kindle had her whole life ahead of her for only being in her early 30's."

Olivia immediately tried to get up. "You know my grandpa is old. How can he take such a blow? My kids will also be crying. Let me go back to them." "Dr. Ophelia, this is the only way I could've gotten you here. I just want you to see that men are forgetful creatures. "How long do you think he would last after receiving news of your demise? Six months? One year? Your bones are already crushed to dust. They wouldn't be able to find your DNA."

I didn’t know David; I’ve only seen him at parties. He was an older gentleman who had taken care of Oliver since he was a teenager. Oliver’s mother died when Oliver was a baby, and his father died when Oliver was 16, during a rogue attack. His father’s best friend, David, stepped up as an active Beta while Oliver trained and he took care of Oliver. The thought that he betrayed the Capital, and his own people confused me. I thought wolves were loyal to their pack. How could he do something like that? “You don’t think Olver knew, do you?” I asked, peeking up at him.