Invincible Adrenaline Novels & Stories

She reminded him and finally left. He was surprised by what her mom ordered. Even though this season is for mating and he is an Alpha, he was still sane, and most of all, the only person with him right now is a human, so his sexual desire could not be triggered. That is what he thought. Not until little by little did he feel the change in how he felt; the effects of the drugs returned. Moreover, the antidote seemed useless now because it was mating season, and his Alpha was now more dominant. However, if he increased the dosage, there was probably nothing wrong with it.

Hendrick swiftly grabbed Adams by his left arm and bent it in an unnatural angle, causing Adams to scream in pain as he felt the dislocation. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" he cried out, but his adrenaline surged, fueling his determination to fight through the agony. He managed to break free from Hendrick's grip and landed a powerful right-handed punch on his nose, causing it to bleed. However, Gova had already recovered and was charging at Adams with supernatural speed. Gova lifted him off the ground and slammed him forcefully, but Adams, still on the floor, used his agility to trip Gova, bringing him down as well. Adams grabbed Gova's legs, bending them awkwardly until they snapped and broke.

“What do you mean?” “Your [Domain Suppression], your Alpha's majesty,” Finch explained, his voice unusually grave, “is based on pure bloodline level. But Vance doesn't have pure bloodline. He's a ‘fake’ created by technology and dark alchemy. Your pressure has no effect on him. Your [Predator's Eye] probably can't see through him either. On a supernatural level, he's… invisible to you.” This was the first time Jack had encountered an opponent he truly couldn't suppress with power since gaining his strength. A human monster immune to all his trump cards, knowing all his weaknesses.

He held her up, body caging hers, dominating every inch. Adrenaline from the espionage frenzy amplified it all—the intel exchange still fresh, maps on the table detailing strike zones, monitors beeping with incoming feeds. Outside, the summit droned on, but here, war's shadows twisted into erotic chaos. Nia's mind fractured: loyalty to Vince, the drive's secrets, but Vardo's dick in her ass grounded her in raw need.

“Justin, I’m just your uncle, but I have treated you well for all these years. Given our years of affection, you should… make way for me!” Right then, a cool light slashed through the air as Vance made an attempt to stab Justin’s heart with a razor-sharp dagger! “I won’t allow anyone to stop me! I’m unstoppable!” Vance bellowed. Obviously, this man had gone insane. Justin seized the handle and backhanded the dagger, but scarlet blood had begun to flow along the blade. Even though he was aware of his uncle’s long-standing evil intentions, he didn’t anticipate them to be carried out.

Win ran his power over his Balck wings speed the power even more and silence rune before heading out and towards the opposite district by the shoreline with the single purpose of getting his lover back and he will kill anyone who got in his way. “Just let me go before this gets really bad for you.” Adom inspected the painted nails of his right hand from where it was strapped to a very uncomfortable metal chair in the middle of a decaying warehouse. Where all Adom could smell was sea water and fish guts, they were lucky he had smelt worse or there would be an issue with his gag relief.

The sound of bones breaking, a heart being ripped out, muscles ripping apart, the grunts opponents made when striking a blow, the screams and moans of pain. But she was right, my condition brought me shame. Bad or not, I had to use every breath to do something useful, to defend and avenge. It didn't matter if I was too bad to get into combat, it mattered that I did my best to try to accomplish something; be it taking out an enemy, giving someone time to flee or just defending an innocent person. It was the least I could and that I had to do for this place. - Those fucking flashbacks have got to be good for something. - I mutter using the wall to get up a little more willing - Anger is adrena

“Get up, hero! See what being a hero gets you!” Jessica struggled to breathe and get back up. She stuck out her hand to Adam with tears running down her face. Adam got an adrenaline rush and sprang back to his feet. Ivan grinned and motioned him to come at him. What he had failed to realize was that Adam had grabbed the baseball bat when he was on the ground. He awaited another hook but received a swing on his face worthy of a homerun. It connected with Ivan's jaw and he stumbled backwards.

he muttered sarcastically, pulling out of the driveway. "I woke up ten minutes ago," I said defensively. I wanted to insult him, but he looked amazing. His green and blue striped polo brought out his eyes and his jeans fit him perfectly. Why did he always have to look so perfect? He never had a pimple, and even with the scar on his forehead from his accident, he was flawless. That didn't matter though, because I hated him. "I promised Simon I would come get you, and that's the only reason I'm here," he said.

"It will be just a minute or two." I frowned in annoyance. How weak did they think I am? Curse or no curse, I couldn't be defeated so easily. Have they forgotten that I was The Invincible alpha, The Undefeated. Although I really doubted my survival as I wasn't half as strong as I had once been, I knew it wouldn't be a piece of cake for them. "Yeah, a minute or two," I repeated, picking up a fallen light stand and breaking it into two.