Invincible Enemies Novels & Stories

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I listed. “Well damn! When you put it like that, we sound invincible,” Pixie commented. “The last thing we’d want to do is underestimate our enemy, but we also can’t underestimate our own team. We’ve got a strong team, and when we trust in that, we can achieve anything,” Azalea stated. “We just need to find out exactly what we’re working with where our enemy’s team is involved,” I pointed out. “We know they’ve created their own creatures,” Pixie noted.

“Figured.” They moved in together. Quiet, fluid. Her heart pounded louder than her steps. She kept her senses stretched wide, scent and sound and instinct all straining ahead. Then she saw them. Seven—no, eight—men. Dark leather. Black metal plates sewn into their jackets. No pack insignia. No mercy in their expressions. Blackteeth. They weren’t attacking, not yet. They were scouting. Mapping. Watching. Planning something worse. Kaela felt the energy shift around her just before the first scout stepped wrong and snapped a branch.

The scene was deathly silent. The army of the Blood race could not shout anymore. They all looked at Chu Xun in fear. They were not stupid. The Blood Supremacy, whom they admired to the extreme, could also be beaten to death. He was not invincible. At this moment, he was struggling to survive, let alone to be mighty. "Listen up. There is only one person invincible in the starry sky. That is me, Chu the Devil. And the mighty person is also me," Chu Xun said loudly.

Aya Connor is the only mute Epsilon she-wolf of the Connor Moonfang Pack—fragile, voiceless, and treated as a disposable pawn by her own greedy family. When her father forces her to take her sister’s place in an unwanted mate bond with the terrifying Alpha Kyle Connor, Aya enters the deadly halls of the Rev-9 Crimson Dominion with one goal: keep her dying grandmother, Elder Serena, alive. Kyle Connor is a muscular, ruthless Alpha scarred by war and betrayal. Known for his cold restraint, he wears a pristine ceremonial neck-cloth—loosening the knot by exactly one inch only when his lethal wolf, raw lust, or dangerous possessiveness takes control. Believing Aya is a scheming spy sent to ste

"You'll have to tear my heart out of my chest first!" "I was hoping you'd say that," Lewis sneered, his own posture shifting, his shoulders bulking up as the golden, terrifying aura of a lion Alpha erupted from his chest, clashing violently against my storm-like pressure. The two lionesses and three male warriors behind him drew their heavy, curved blades, the steel ringing loudly in the tense silence. Around the garden, thirty Dern pack guards instantly unsheathed their weapons, forming a wall of steel between the intruders and the royal family.

When I showed him the video, his expression turned murderous. He pulled me closer, wrapping his powerful body around mine and our unborn children like a shield made of flesh and fury. “They just made their final mistake,” he whispered into my hair. But as I lay there in the dark, safe in his arms yet terrified beyond words, I couldn’t escape the cold truth: Our enemies weren’t just coming for the empire anymore. They were coming for our babies. And I didn’t know if even Damien Voss could protect us from what was coming next.

Or something engineered. My jaw locks. Before I can push further, a howl tears through the hall and the attacker’s eyes go wide. Rhevan slams into another invader, teeth sinking deep. Tavian tears at someone’s leg like he’s trying to pull the truth out through flesh. The invaders falter. They weren’t expecting the brothers. They weren’t expecting kings. They weren’t expecting a house that fights back. Vaelor’s voice cuts through the chaos like a blade. “Last one’s running.”

The tribe was not aware of the imminent danger as the attackers were subtle in their craft, intending to set the whole tribe ablaze without being noticed. I raced down in the dark night on the horse to the former leader of the army, I roused him and made him rouse the men with a bell. Those who were to guide the city had wee killed in their duties in the quietest of manners and that caused the men more fear. As we countered the invaders, killing them easily as they were from a pack of weaker wolves, the battle got bloodier. A few of the enemies had made their way Into the castle and as I turned, I could see Santina snarling as she snapped off heads of the attackers.

Arielle could read the unbothered look on Delilah's face. "You don't seemed convinced." Arielle's expression went bitter, she was pissed at the fact Delilah didn't seem to take her bullshit. Delilah realized forming an innocent smile. "Your threats are bullshit. Of course I'm not." Delilah hissed trying to look for another glass of white wine completely ignoring Arielle who couldn't stand it thought of it.