Invincible Female Viltrumite Novels & Stories

She didn't know how to turn him down. It is true that she no longer loves her ex-husband because all she can see is his sin that made her angry, to the point she will not forgive him no matter what he will do. But, she is a righteous female Alpha, she is still mated with her ex-husband and there is nothing that can sever their bond mate, even the death. From the moment Andrea decided how she would get her revenge, she never thought of cheating on Bryan. She never wants to step on a lady's low standard.

“It has a lot to do with many things. Whoever that girl is… she possesses a witch ability. One I’ve never seen before.” Vikron thought for a while. If Camille was the one, Melinda would know if she saw her again. Vikron hesitated—a rare thing for him. “There’s someone I want you to meet.” His voice dropped into the cool, unreadable cadence of an Alpha. “Someone?” A breath of silence. “My mate.” Melinda gasped. “Mate? By the goddess!” Her composure cracked as tears shimmered in her eyes. “She found you worthy of a second bond.”

They wore amulets against magic and in spite of the barriers, they continue to advance. An arrow cried hair-sharf past Marcus. Another one hit Livia in the upper arm. You cried, ripped out the arrow, and immediately put her wound with blue fire. “Mama!” Valeria shouted from the cabin. The purple light in the valley suddenly flashed brightly. Valeria came out of the hut, Tears in the eyes, the little hands glowing. “Let my mom rest!” A huge wave of purple energy shot out of the little girl. You was not controlled, but incredibly strong. More than ten soldiers were

She almost laughed. So this is how it ends the second time? A sharp tone echoed in her mind. [DING.] She froze. A translucent screen flickered into existence. [VILLAINESS SURVIVAL SYSTEM ACTIVATED] HOST: ELENA VALE ROLE: VILLAINESS SURVIVAL RATE: 3% Elena stared blankly. “…What the hell is this?” [MISSION: AVOID DEATH ENDING.] Her throat tightened. “I already died once,” she whispered. “You want me to do it again properly?”

she pointed a sharp, obsidian-painted nail at me, "you’re coming to the vaults with me later. No arguments." She swept out before I could even process the command. I watched her go, feeling a strange pang of envy—not just for her raw, predatory sensuality, but for the ease with which she navigated this minefield. Next to her, I felt like a flickering candle next to a forest fire. "I'm sorry about that," Julian muttered, looking frustrated. "Why? She seems... vibrant." "It’s the principle," he whispered, leaning in so only I could hear. "My brother could populate an entire territory with his lovers if he chose. Sierra is a favorite, but in this world, favorites have expiration dates."

I know I can't earn people's trust with just mere words. I straightened my shoulder and looked at them with a smirk. Yes, that's it. Watch me carefully and be astonished on how a pathetic abandoned princess named Victoria carried out the worst revenge Kristania Empire has yet to see.

"But this here. This is more precious than even you, my pet. A special blend of grade-A cocaine and just the right amount of wolf's bane. Not enough to kill, just enough to make it...potent. This way we can have a wonderful time without worrying about you passing out from the pleasure." By this point, the wound on my neck has healed, and he's moved to dissecting my thigh with slight curiosity. Before it can heal completely, he moves his hand in a quick slicing motion. I scream as I watch most of my leg fall to the ground, leaving me with a, blindingly painful, bleeding stump. Biting my tongue hard, I forcibly cut my scream off as I watch in slight disgust as my leg regenerates quickly. Marre

he asked Ryder. "Ava said she overheard the werewolves talking about it, it seemed like they were looking for it and it was here." "Here? Who could have such skill to have it?" Evena asked. "Do you know what it is?" Ryder asked Evena. "It is a plant. But it isn't natural. It's created by cross breeding Werewolf babe and Deviled Lilacs." Evena answered.

They emerged onto a grated balcony overlooking a massive, sunken concrete combat pit. Down in the sand, the fight had just ended. Standing victorious over the twitching, sparked-out remains of a heavy combat cyborg was a woman who looked like she had been forged in a volcano. She was a Kroltan—standing nearly seven feet tall, her skin a deep, hardened crimson laced with natural, jagged bio-armor plating. She dropped a massive, blood-stained kinetic hammer onto the sand, raising her heavily scarred arms as the crowd screamed her name.

“Let me out or… kill me.” - No! the girls squealed together. Hold on, Vic! - What's wrong with you, Vic? – came the voice of the young magician. - You are a sarsh. Reeta can't control you. "It's not like that," Vic breathed. – Reeta is the evil of our world, and Sarsh is a stranger here… "I'm sorry," Kim said. “I didn't create the dome. This is Erto's magic.