Invincible Issue #77 Novels & Stories

As I looked at the men that were slowly approaching us, I felt that Cyran was my safest option. “You may be the Dragon King, but we want the Precious Stone.” One of the men growled. There was a total of seven of them, three of whom I recognized. One was my neighbor, who had always seemed friendly every time I stepped outside. He had always smiled and waved at me. Another was the mechanic I had trusted with my car. The last one was the mailman that delivered my mail and always put a rose in the newspaper he delivered to me on Sundays. “Over my dead body.” Cyran’s voice roared, and it no longer sounded human.

And in the final moment, when he grabbed her throat and tried to crush it, Alma looked him dead in the eyes and whispered: “You don’t win by being perfect. You win by being human.” Then she jammed her neural override spike into his chest. Ares screamed. And collapsed. Aftermath, Rooftop of the Tower Dawn broke over London. Alma stood at the edge, the wind tugging at her gown. Julian approached, arm in a sling, bruised but alive. “He’s stable,” he said. “Nova’s keeping him sedated.” Alma nodded. “He’s not our enemy. Not yet. Just another broken piece of her legacy.”

I immediately threw a red fireball towards him which hit his belly but surprisingly his body absorbed that fire in a blink of an eye. He looked scarier than before. He was wearing black armour at that time which was absorbing all my energy attacks without even leaving a single injury on his body. Even the bite mark of Xander started to heal so soon. Trembling, Rebeca sat on the ground and shouted looking in my direction, “Hazel, don’t attack him. He is getting stronger, stealing our energy. We have to think of something else.”

Damien and Emilio came to a stand behind me, my friends and my partners in crime. “He fell.” I told them. “Is he dead?” Emilio asked, his voice showing relief. “He should be dead right? That’s a big drop.” I shook my head. No, I didn’t believe my brother was dead. He had the Alpha’s blood in his veins; he wouldn’t be defeated so easily. “Injured, yes. Dead? No.” I told them. “He’ll lay low for now, heal himself before he strikes. So we have to find him first.”

I whispered. He was there, pulling me out of the muck. He was covered in soot and blood, but he was breathing. His heart was beating. He was alive. He looked back at the collapsed tunnel, at the world we had just destroyed to save a single heart. The Cónclave had won the battle—they had destroyed the city and 'neutralized' the signal—but they had lost the war. Because the Shield was back. And he was no longer afraid. "They'll think we're dead," Nevan said, his voice a low, lethal rasp.

“Justin, I’m just your uncle, but I have treated you well for all these years. Given our years of affection, you should… make way for me!” Right then, a cool light slashed through the air as Vance made an attempt to stab Justin’s heart with a razor-sharp dagger! “I won’t allow anyone to stop me! I’m unstoppable!” Vance bellowed. Obviously, this man had gone insane. Justin seized the handle and backhanded the dagger, but scarlet blood had begun to flow along the blade. Even though he was aware of his uncle’s long-standing evil intentions, he didn’t anticipate them to be carried out.

Never seems to be a doll day when your facing evil as a half alien super hero especially when you save humanity from being extinct twice and still seen as threats to the world. “Medulla we need a distraction now, Eric (Ying Yang) said as he struggled to maintain his force field in place. The team an I were in downtown New York city, fighting against Vanity troops that were hunting down hybrids. “ I m an it,” I said before harassing my energy to launch pink and green constructs at several tanks. These specific construct were five rhinos that pushed the tanks back enough for Eric catch his breath.

"Does this fool know that I have no limit to finances?" He turned his head and stared at Damont who felt a cold hand squeeze his heart. He trembled slightly and couldn't stare him down so he lowered his eyes. Frost made a 70 million bid and Damont again raised it to 80 million. He was determined to gift Vinca the vase she had desired to get. His small mind was overworking. Vinca had lost her memory so she didn't remember him. Moreover, the kidnapping incident involving him and what followed after was completely wiped off her memory.

She doesn't want to die now, no, she still have something to do, and she knows that if she'll be erased from this world, her soul wont be put in peace. But the death she was waiting for didn't come. Her forehead creased as she slowly opened her eyes. The guy in front of her had his eyes wide open. She didn't understand why the guy seemed frozen. She was about to speak when a blood escaped from his mouth. Her eyes grew bigger when the guy started coughing, spitting more flood of red liquid. The guy eventually lost his balance and fell on her arms. She scanned the guy's back and was surprised when she saw a knife burried on his back. She looked up only to regret it. It's her again. Player 7.

James silently cursed. He hurriedly catalyzed the Invincible Body Siddhi. The moment he catalyzed the Invincible Body Siddhi, an illusory Palm Energy came crashing toward him. The bronze halo enveloping the surface of his skin was instantly shattered. James was sent flying once more. As he crashed toward the sea, he vomited a mouthful of blood. At that moment, Sky arrived. When he saw James’ Invincible Body Siddhi being shattered and him being sent flying by the Palm Energy, Sky cursed, “What did he do to provoke that creature?”