Invictus By William Ernest Henley Novels & Stories

She poured a little of the Asphax from it's container onto her palm and applied it to her skin, it burned a little but she endured it, it would be well worth it. She unsheathed her sword and held it gingerly in her right hand as she proceeded into the forest. She heard more screeching and fear registered in her body at first, she could not believe she was outside the fortress and in the forest already! She placed a hand on the bottle of Asphax which was tied to her waist, contemplating whether to apply more to her skin or not but she shook her head. It would be best to use only as little as she could, it lasts on the body for only forty eight hours and she could not afford to waste it withou

He screamed in a high, demented voice, "What is the meaning of this incompetence?" Davis wheezed out a sigh, a single racking cough shaking his body as flies escaped his bloated lungs. "Maybe if you stopped killing my body guards I would be more secure in my position! Besides, we could not have anticipated these... interlopers..." Davis trailed off, gesturing up to the speck in the sky, where Invictus watched and waited.

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the will which says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with

In fact, everything I am giving him will never comapre to the pain he subjected me to. This man broke me. In his hands, I was Battered and Broken Yet I remained Invincible. This idiot and left me for dead but I somehow survived. I believe my survival was for a reason and this reason was for me to live to get rid of scum like Connor from this universe. I start cutting him slowly, his blood spattering in every direction. Without any limbs, he cannot flail around. He is as quiet as a sheep on the alter. I watch with satisfaction as his life force slowly leaves him.

“I’m the vanguard of a new movement. Fuck destiny. ‘I am the master of my fate! I am the captain of my soul!’” “What is she talking about?” I ask Pritchard. The swagger he came out of the bushes with has all but disappeared, replaced by a long-suffering tension. He shakes his head. "I don’t know half the time, man.” Nia rolls her eyes. “It’s from ‘Invictus?’ By William Ernest Henley? Everyone knows that one.” Pritchard looks at me and tilts his head. I shrug. I’ve never heard of him either.

I said and mother nodded while eyeing my necklace. “I know you have it,” she said while smiling. Azrael cleared his throat and said, “Can I ask a question?” Mother and I looked at him and nodded. “What is it?” I asked. “Who is Invictus?” I looked at my mother and she nodded at me to go on. I released a sigh and said shortly, “Invictus is the Lord of the Beasts.” ~~~~ Third Person's POV