Invincible Adrenaline Novels & Stories

"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.

How's that innocent? Disinterested in Ben's submission about Jack, Miriam crumpled her face and shot a bloodshot look at Ben. She yanked the duvet off her unclad body and slid her panties on. She reached for her camisole and slid it on before storming out of the room to the lounge ''Bullshit!'' Miriam cursed. ''Total bullshit!'' Ben scuttled after her feeling a pang of regret for his submission on Jack. He slid into his boxer shorts hurriedly and made for the lounge where Miriam had reached for a stick of cigarette to relax her temper.

There’s no way this can be a good thing, not with the way she’s smiling at me. My stomach is coiled tight with anxiety when I make my way to the locker room to get changed, and as I’m winding the wraps around my wrists I can hear chatter around the room. I roll my eyes when I hear the name everyone seems to have a hard-on for. Creed Volkov. The Alpha who has won every fight since he established this gym a few years ago. Before that, he used to fight in underground rings and kill every opponent he was faced with. Nowadays, he just maims them completely.

Adron yelled as he grabbed Colt by the neck and easily flipped in over on his back. Fuck! That hurt. I watched as Adron lifted his foot and slammed it down on Colt’s chest. The power was overwhelming, as the feeling of being suffocated was growing. Black blood was drenching Adron’s white shirt. His arm was hung at a weird angle. All I could think was, hopefully, I bought Ivory more time. “Stupid mutt!” Adron’s eyes turned deep red as he started to chant. “NO!” I heard Ivory yell. The white light blinded me as it hit Adron in the chest, causing him to call back. Softer hands than I expected grabbed Colt’s leg and pulled.

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It makes me angry, I’m the Guardian, I should be defending him but instead, the vampires are moving away from me, seeing him as the greatest threat. Kella pushes forward leaping over the vampires and shifting in mid-air, ripping the head off of a vampire, before landing lithely on her feet and turning to face the vampires that had turned to attack Drake. She snarls viciously and then begins thrashing, biting and clawing as at least 10 vampires begin attacking her at once. I feel them kick, punch, and scratch at her. One sinks his teeth into her and I can feel him sucking blood out of us quickly.

They were really unleashing their peak strength in that crazed state. So scary! “Hold her down.” That said, Beta Oxley and Slater held her at each side before I walked in and held her jaw tightly. Well, I didn’t need to hold her too tightly, but I did. I held her so firmly that she might have feared her jaw breaking if she were sane at the moment. Gamma Rhea struggled, but I ignored her. With her mouth forced open, I emptied the appropriate dose of antidote into her mouth and told them to release her.

Ellie had to lock her jaw and lower her gaze not to show him how disgusted, horrified, and enraged his cold assessment of living, breathing people made her. “Now we’re making a bundle off them testing drugs we’ve cooked up to enhance the military and fitness freaks.” He turned away to tear off his gloves. “Have you seen how damn big we’ve made them? How strong? We trained them to fight just to show what is possible to do to humans and how much damage they can take with the new batch of rapid-healing medicines. Do you know how many billions of dollars in contracts we’re looking at? How much money we’ve already made so far? They are our prototypes. Showing what we can make them do, how fast, s

He charged like a rhino, arms windmilling. I weaved—barely—his fist grazing my hair. He grabbed a fistful, yanking viciously. I screamed, but used the pull to close the distance. Headbutt incoming. I blurred through the pain, glancing at Nico—his expression bored, arms crossed. Judging me. Screw that. Adriano was a wall of muscle, submission won’t work. So what then? Knockout. But how the hell do you knock out a tank? Then Nico’s voice echoed in my head from our last training session, “Size is irrelevant. Exploit the weak spot—or create one.”

predictable, low-risk, and entirely boring. Veronica, on the other hand, was like standing on the tracks of an oncoming freight train while holding a detonator. She was a lethal injection of pure adrenaline, and the terrifying truth was, I was hopelessly, violently addicted to the high. I pulled my hands out of my pockets, my knuckles still white, and walked slowly toward the door. I pushed it open completely, stepping out into the open floor of the eighty-first-floor penthouse.