Invincible Issue #77 Novels & Stories

But it was the savage growls rumbling through the distance that put my instincts on edge, and I teleported there. “Alpha Valen, have you heard?” Mercedes’ terrified voice surprised me, jolting my brain. “Your Dad commissioned extraction teams. My group X713 is out here getting our infected warriors back into quarantine. Oh God. Your Dad—” My stomach dropped, and my muscles tensed as I arrived a few feet away from the battle. “What about my Dad?” I asked, returning my focus to the mind-linked conversation. I could feel Mercedes’ exhaustion when she spoke, “He went down. So we rushed him to your Mom.”

The fourth man, now visibly enraged, extended his fingers into claws, mirroring my own transformation. I advanced toward him, my movements precise and brutal. I aimed a powerful kick at his knee, feeling the joint give way under the force. As he staggered, I followed up with a hard, blunt blow to his head. He crumpled to the ground, his body hitting the floor with a heavy thud. Suddenly, a commanding voice rang out, cutting through the chaos. I glanced over my shoulder and saw a new wave of men charging into the fight to assist. Among them was Beta Ivar. We locked eyes for a split second, a silent agreement passing between us.

“Let me guess. You’re the Heart Root’s guardian?” The figure smiled. Its teeth were like black iron. “I am its tongue.” It lifted a hand. The cocoons above them twitched violently. One burst open with a wet sound, dropping something onto the stone below. It was Riven. Or what used to be Riven. His body was bloated, pale, and twisted. His eyes glowed red. He stood slowly, mouth opening in a silent snarl. “Ressa!” Mira shouted, grabbing the twin before she could rush forward.

someone shouts. I don't think. I just move. Racing to the fallen warrior, I place my scarred side against his poisoned arm. The silver marks on my skin glow, and I feel the poison being drawn into me. It burns, but not like before. My marks absorb it, neutralize it. The warrior gasps, his arm returning to normal. "How...?" I help him up, then pick up the envelope. It doesn't affect me at all. "Your marks," the eldest council member breathes. "They made you immune."

Her entire body throbbed with deep, deep exhaustion, and despite all her tactical maneuvers over the past hour, she hadn’t managed to land a single decisive blow. Nimrod was a formidable adversary, a highly decorated ex-navy officer who had spent decades mastering lethal hand-to-hand combat. His movements were calculated, efficient, and devastatingly precise. Against him was Seven—just a seventeen-year-old girl. On paper, it was a laughable matchup. What real chance did a scrawny teenage apprentice have against a seasoned military veteran who was practically built for warfare? Think, Seven! she fiercely reprimanded herself, biting the inside of her cheek until the copper taste of blood groun

"We risked our lives in a Category 5 storm to get the stabilizers for the antidote. While you were here, safe in your bed, stewing in your own insecurity, I was climbing a cliff face to save your people." ‎ ‎I jabbed a finger into her chest armor. ‎ ‎"I am not the enemy, Vexa. I am the reason Jinx is alive. I am the reason Dr. Aris has a fighting chance to stop this plague. So you can call me a whore all you want. But don't you dare call me useless." ‎ ‎Silence descended on the square. ‎ ‎The rogues were staring. Not with hostility this time, but with shock. The "Bloodmoon Pet" had just dressed down the Head Enforcer.

"I won't say it. I won't say it even if I die. Zion, we are brothers. If you ask me to keep the secret, I will definitely not betray you. Even if my mommy hit me, I won't say it. Look, my butt is going to blossom." Wisdom pitifully took off his pants. His swollen buttocks made Zion narrow his eyes slightly and his little hands unconsciously tighten. "Your mom beat you?" "Yes, it hurts!" Wisdom said with grievance, with tears in his eyes, but he endured it secretly and said with a smile, "I'm pretty tough, this is my superpower, right? If I'm a superhero, what would you call me?" "Captain Butt-kicked." Zion answered. "Right, right! I'm Captain Butt-kicked! I am a great superhero! Citizens of

“They’re from the seven original packs. Luca called them after the incident in Andorra, and they agreed to bring the antidote - the one that was developed after Elijah was infected. They were meant to be here when we arrived, but I guess it’s better late than never.” One by one, a man from each of the clusters stepped toward us, each massive men with muscles which seemed to bulge intimidatingly from every part of their bodies. Six men knelt before me, their right hand pressed to their chests and their neck’s bent in submission. “Seven packs?” I began to question, wondering where the representative from the seventh pack was. I couldn’t complete my sentence as Vasilios knelt beside the men, a

The two fighters continued to test each other, and Seven eventually got slightly injured. His opponent was way larger than he was and wasn't someone he could win against with only brute force. Seven carefully monitored his opponent's every move to look for an opportunity. When the moment arrived, he went in for a kick on the knees before launching a hit at the throat to incapacitate his opponent. Seven then knocked his opponent to the ground before breaking the wrist and then the ankle. With his hands and feet shattered at the joints, the Hannibals' fighter could no longer stand up to fight.

"You old fool! You’d ruin seventy years of work for a defect?" She pulled a scalpel-like laser from the console and charged at Arthur, but a tactical boot caught her in the chest. Seven had joined the fray, her movements a mirror of the clones she fought. "Your reign is over, Original," Seven spat. "We aren't your inventory anymore." In the middle of the chaos, Maya reached Lucian’s side again. He was fading, his skin turning a translucent, waxy grey. 𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: 𝟯𝟱%.