Invincible Female Viltrumite Novels & Stories

Zuri turned her back on the howling, newly forged monster, walking slowly back down the aisle of terrified, cowering men. Her mind drifted back to the massive, scarred woman sleeping in her bed hundreds of feet above. Mwajuma. The Earth-Breaker. Zuri let out another quiet, mocking laugh. Mwajuma was the greatest gift the Door could have ever given the Matriarch. The Vanguard was skilled, yes, but their magic was genuine, uncorrupted, and therefore easily exhausted. Maintaining the illusion of the "Sacrifice of Purity" required careful management. But Mwajuma? She possessed the raw, endless power of a tectonic plate, and the emotional intelligence of a wounded dog.

Her body was kissed by the spring water and she smiled as the water danced beneath her hip, lightly tickling her. Then she remembered the life of the killer as she listened to a certain Mistress's voice. She was disgusted. *** Violet opened her eyes and it glowed a darker purple shade. “I am a god. I am Xenia and they will pay for what they did to me.” She stood up from the ground, then smirked.

“Something that was trapped with him.” She swallowed hard. “And it’s older.” Lucian froze. “Impossible,” he whispered. Astrid’s body convulsed again. “No,” she gasped. “Not impossible. Forsaken.” The crack in the Veil shuddered. Another hand appeared beside the claw— But this one wasn’t silver or shadowed. It was white. Bone-white. Skeletal. Feminine. Lucian’s face drained of color. “No,” he whispered. “No, she was destroyed. She—”

Valia didn’t so much as blink. “Sing now,” Valia said softly. “Sing something worth hearing.” Fremilde choked. “Please—wait—” Valia slammed her into the wall again, the echo booming through the chamber. “You wanted him enslaved. The guts you have wanted me broken. Now look at you Groveling.” Fremilde’s illusion began to crack. Her beauty melted away like paint in fire, revealing scales beneath her skin, small serpentine ridges along her jaw. Her eyes shifted from gold to the slit-pupiled green of a basilisk.

"And I am not the Monster! I am the BRIDGE!" The Primal Spindle didn't just break; it Resonated. The necrotic violet light of the vault was swallowed by the Resonant Marrow of a woman who was no longer afraid of her own hunger. Valerius Prime was thrown back, his bone-throne shattering into a billion shards of prehistoric dust. The magnetite vault began to Incorporate the Wild.

“His beast?” Velcira nodded, her eyes dark. “It is called Draumr-Veyr. Dream’s Venom. It does not merely burn the body. It seeps into the mind, twisting dreams until they bleed into waking. That is why she thrashes. That is why her breath falters. If left untended, it will not only take her life. It will strip her of herself piece by piece.” Marita’s throat worked as she swallowed. “What do you mean, strip her?”

“How could you be so cruel to throw that in her face? Guilt has been destroying her since the day that Daphne took her place. Whatever it was that you did connected her to her mother’s torture. She felt what they did to her. Congratulations, you broke the strongest woman that I’ve ever met. If you ever pull that shit again then you can walk the fuck away. I will always protect my mate even if that means that I have to protect her from you. So, yes, Lilac will train her from now on.” I turned on my heel and headed inside the house and up the stairs to our room, leaving them to yell at her. Violet would always be my priority. Fuck anyone who couldn’t get behind that. She remained knocked out w

“Patience Lobo. We’ll be out of here soon enough to cheer for our champion.” Celia grimaced at Marcel’s choice of words. Lobo growled. He was angry. Really angry. It could be he was upset about being stuck in a room, or maybe he was still ticked off by the leering humans he had encountered. He stomped towards the door anyway, wanting to leave. “Lobo,” Indra called, instantly at the door. Indra was strong. A Beta female is believed to be weaker only than the Beta male and Alpha pair, and in some cases, weaker than high ranking werewolves like Atlas—before he lost his hand.

I wanted to melt the very ground she stood on, to turn this laboratory back into the ash it deserved to be. ​But Lilith didn't even flinch. She raised a small, handheld device that pulsed with a rhythmic violet light, and as my fire hit the air in front of her, it... vanished. It wasn't snuffed out; it was simply absorbed, pulled into the device as if it were nothing more than excess static.

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]