Novel & Cerita Invincible Cards

He wasn't familiar, yet a distinct air of formality surrounded him—the kind of person who never stops you by accident. "Marcus Flynn?" he asked in English, with a slight Italian accent. Marcus raised an eyebrow, paused, then turned halfway. "Depends who's asking," he replied. The man produced a metallic-edged business card and handed it over with a single flick of his fingers. "I'm Domenico Valeri. European delegate of the International Professional Boxing Federation. I'm attending the Madrid tournament as an observer." Marcus took the card, slipped it into his pocket without reading. "I'm listening."

“We are supposed to discuss the delta invasion by the masked men, and also make final plans on the voting for the new Master, which currently have votes leading in this order’ I opened the little envelope one of the lords to my right had gracefully slid to my side and the numbers got stuck in my throat. I looked around the table and every eye was focused on me now to share the results, even Grego and Helen had paused in their little chitchat to listen to the scores. ‘Lord Marcos Antonio, leading with eight points. Lord Vicenzo, seven points, and Lord Lucio,’ I looked around the table again, wishing my failure couldn’t be so evidently displayed.

Zade looked shocked and I suddenly felt self conscious. “Of course I haven't. I was not exactly in a situation where I could know things like that.” I muttered under my breath, shifting back a bit, I didn't feel comfortable anymore. Zade's eyes softened, and he leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly as if carefully weighing his response, “Elaine… This isn’t just any card. It’s a Centurion card. A black card. You can use it anywhere, auctions, boutiques, you name it. There’s no limit. Well, none that you’d have to worry about.” He paused, his gaze never leaving mine, “You’re free to use it however you need to accomplish what you want. I trust you.”

Before Magdalena and Jasmine could blow their tops, Abraham loudly interrupted, "I'm not mistaken. My brother-in-law is the president of Kingsvale Bank, and he specially showed me this type of black card. "Unlike other bank cards made of plastic, it's made from titanium alloy through a complicated process. So, it's impossible to imitate it. The greatest feature of this card is the drawing limit of one billion!" What? Everyone widened their eyes, and the sounds of them taking deep breaths filled the air. It was rare to find a regular credit card which had a drawing limit of even a few hundred thousand dollars. The owner of a card which had a drawing limit of a few million dollars was definite

“Exactly. You have two days to create full-body combat suits made entirely of dragon scales for the soldiers. And while we're at it, we'll add a bit of flavour to our newly forged weapons too.” They looked at their Alpha with awe. That was a very brilliant idea. Invincible idea. “What flavour?” Lutz asked. “Some instant touch-me-not poison. Let's use their own cards against them.”

Mama narrowed her eyes as she hit lightly on my back with the rolling pin, "At least respect your mother and don't curse in front of me." I huffed, I barely cursed but some people tended to grate on my nerves. Rolling my eyes, I let myself out of the bed, "Whoever this god is, we will make him eat his words. He is so gonna regret it." "Just don't go near him," Mama sighed as she watched me brush my teeth, "He is a Victor." My eyebrows scrunched as I met her eyes through the mirror, "The Victors?" She nodded. "Why would Victors come to our restaurant?" My voice was muffled as I looked back at her, "They're rich and super snobby. They don't eat in local eatella."

She reads it aloud as Sera reads it internally. "Strength." A breath escapes Sera's lips. The card depicts an angel taming a lion. She finds herself wondering what someone would need that kind of strength for. "You're going to develop this innate sense of, not only strength, but courage as well. Within you, lies the patience and control to handle any situation thrown your way." Anna draws another breath and flips over yet another card. She places the card above the last one, her hands begin to shake a little. "The Devil." The hairs on the back of Sera's neck stand at attention.

My Mate, Alpha Cain, froze all my assets. Right when I was about to have our first pup. The voice on the phone belonged to his new assistant. A smug Beta she-wolf named Jasmine. She sneered. “Every penny you spend goes through me now. Cain bled for this pack. He won’t waste his money on a weak wolf who can’t even hold a shift.” That same day, the contractions started. They rushed me to the pack hospital. Every single one of my cards was declined. But that wasn’t enough. She kicked my parents out of the "Moonlight Sanctuary," the new healing center I’d built for them. Threw them into a basic room. Her reason? “Two old-timers don’t deserve the Alpha’s resources.” I laughed. She had no idea. Th

It wasn’t just about the money; it was about the empire, the networks, and the opportunities it would open. Vera continued, her voice professional. “These cards will give you direct access to all of your personal bank accounts.” She slid two sleek cards across the table. One was black, the other gold, both with sharp, clean edges. Julian's name, ‘Julian Blackwood’, was embossed on the cards, along with his initials, a stylish JB', adding a personal touch. They were made specifically for him. "There is about 15 billion dollars on each of those cards. They are for everyday use. You can spend however you like." Julian stared at the cards for a moment, his hand hesitating before reaching out. Th

Maxwell said, his voice carrying the quiet, absolute authority of a man who owned the room, "they are welcome to run the card.” Tristan stared at the black card sitting on the table. His mind scrambled. For a split second, genuine shock hit him. It was common knowledge in Tristan's circle what a black card actually meant. It wasn't just a normal credit card. It was a ghost. Invite-only, zero spending limit, reserved for the kind of wealth that moved markets, not just bought sports cars. Only billionaires carried them. But then, logic clawed its way back into Tristan's panicked mind.