Invincible For Men Novels & Stories

Even though the feeling was strange, she couldn't help but submit to it. “Alpha Kaylon!” The four men grasped as they were staring at the huge man who stood six-feet-ten-inches tall and was wearing full combat armor. They know that the armor was personally made and was able to resist silver weapons. The man's expensive cloaks were dancing in the cold air that added superiority to his presence.

The night my girlfriend, Lesley Cohen—whom I've financially supported for years—officially announces her relationship with Archie Gould, the System determines that I have failed my mission and strips me of my "saint's heart". From that moment on, I stop caring about her future and focus entirely on my career, eventually landing a spot among the Fortune 500. However, once I withdraw all financial support, Lesley confronts me with tearful eyes. "You always said that loving someone means giving them everything they want or need without asking for anything in return!" I'm baffled. She is the one who finds my money filthy, so why is she suddenly being so calculating about it now?

Innocent, quiet, and weak. In a training field, two men were battling. They wore black tactical military suits and boots with long monkey king sticks. One was an older man while the other was a younger man. The older man was throwing in stick strikes on either side of the younger man while he ducked and defended. It was intense, with both breathing heavily and sweating. It seemed they had been at it for hours.

I ask what looks to be the leader. He gives me an evil smirk "get her" he barks harshly. Three men advance on me so I crack my knuckles giving them a taunting look. "You sure you can keep up" I tease. Rage flashes in their eyes. One by one they attack me, and one by one they get put down. That doesn't stop them from getting back up. Five men jump on me, not giving me the time to react. They pin me down, my strength barely moving them. If only I could use my inhuman abilities.

Why won’t he leave me alone and fucking find someone else? I’m tired. So damn tired. I don’t want him in my life anymore. He’s too much—too confusing, too consuming. One moment he makes me feel like I’m fire itself. The next, he tears me down until I’m ashes. I slammed the glass back on the table, sucking in a shaky breath. On stage, the MC’s voice rang out, firm and full of life. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Mr. Blakewood!” My eyes shifted to the man stepping onto the stage, his suit the same from hours ago when we talked, his smile easy as he prepared to give his speech.

I could sense Ivan’s aura glowing from anger. Men like him are predictable. They’re called d*cks for a reason because when it comes to hitting or fighting a woman, they go for the throat, punching their face, kicking their stomachs, or grabbing their hair. My hair was in a low bun and since I was taught to always guard my face and body, he was going to have a hard time getting a good lick off me.

Orange started next to blow her trumpet: "I am the color of health and strength. I may be scarce, but I am precious for I serve the needs of human life. I carry the most important vitamins. Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and papayas. I don't hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset, my beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you." Red could stand it no longer he shouted out: "I am the ruler of all of you. I am blood - life's blood! I am the color of danger and of bravery. I am willing to fight for a cause. I bring fire into the blood. Without me, the earth would be as empty as the moon. I am the color of passion and of lo

My father's business was almost on par with Leander's, and with such power in my hand, it wouldn't be too hard to crush anyone. However, the things that had happened over the past few days had taught me that life wasn't as easy as I thought it was. Vesper wasn't just a cheating husband. He was someone in business, someone with ambitions and with outstanding business acumen. He was ruthless and greedy. Nick wasn't just a bad friend. He was an actor. A manipulative person who could switch expressions at the drop of a hat. Fighting with them with power... of course, it could work, but would that be fulfilling enough?

The medallion was in her hand, but the words couldn’t be said, not without a voice and breath, but she knew better. Inside her mind she spoke, praying while she was squeezing him to finally break this awful spell. The black smoke started to vanish, while fire and white clouds were rising from Sinn’s hand. She was surrounded by a golden circle inside of smoke, that protected her, allowing them to breathe again, but not enough to make them stronger for a fight. Warlock was surprised, and it just made him more angry and willing to destroy, but Sirus was scared, it could be seen in his eyes.

No one has been able to survive their onslaught. The pack rose to prominence after Zavion Kessler- better known as Invictus- the unconquerable- ascended to the throne. He is called unconquerable both in terms of battle skills and looks. They say he is the handsome devil with a soul as bright as the new moon. You getting it, right? He doesn’t know what mercy is. He feeds off on violence and thrives in others' fear. None of his victims got the opportunity to look beyond his vicious death claws. It is also believed that the barbaric alpha eats his victims’ heart and bathes in their blood to enhance his power. Some say he has made a pact with a demon of hell who shares his power with him and in