Invincible Issue #77 Novels & Stories

“Tell me what happened?” “They called me up there. They weren’t there but their crystal sphere thingy was so I looked in it. Jet is trapped in his mind and he is hurt. Adron stabbed him in the gut and it was with the knife that transforms people into vamolves. He is bleeding and didn’t look good. Colt was just laying there. They won’t fix him!” “Oh, honey.” Justina pulled me into a hug. We sat there in the rain for a few minutes while I cried everything that was left. The water stopped and so did my emotions with it.

There are six of them, and they're all fighting against one man. The man I called Papa put up a good fight, taking down the nightcrawlers one by one. Just as I thought he was going to win, one of the nightcrawlers stabbed him in his back as he was tackling another to the ground. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth before he dropped on his knees and fell to the ground and the night sky split open with thunder. The explosive crack ringing in my ears as I witnesses the nightcrawlers gather around him, then set papa's body on fire.

“It is a shame that you won’t be here to watch his world fall apart.” Suddenly his, which had been transformed with dragon claws, plunged inside her stomach. She let out a cry as she reached out and touched a glowing hand on his chest. He yelled out in pain, pulling away from her and staggering back. I saw there was a handprint burned onto his chest, with the head of a dragon seared in the center. I watched in horror as his skin started to heal, but the print remained, like a tattoo. He let out a growl as he returned to her.

Then— a shape burst through the storm. A wolf crashed into the outer barricades hard enough to shatter wood and stone together. The body hit the courtyard floor violently. Still alive. Barely. Gasps spread instantly through Nightfall wolves. Because everyone recognized him. Tavian. One of Nightfall’s strongest border sentinels. Except now— something was horribly wrong. Black resonance veins spread beneath his skin like corruption. His claws had elongated unnaturally. Silver light flickered inside his eyes. Not controlled resonance. Contamination.

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.”

“My blood is making you feel invincible, and if you act upon it, it’ll endanger us both.” Invincible. Really? Woah. The word hummed in my veins, vibrating through every fibre of my being. He was right—I did feel invincible, like I could tear through the walls, like the world was too small to contain the power coursing through me. The strength was intoxicating, dangerously so. But his warning pulled me back, grounding me, reminding me of the razor-thin line I was walking. “There’s a shifter army outside,” he continued, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he could already hear them closing in. “We have a few minutes before they get here.”

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.”

Quincy said with a crying face, “Senior, do you regret it now? I’m afraid only we, the disciple, are still alive, and the others are all dead. This Rockefeller retard is a vermin. It’s fine if he had a death wish, but he even dragged so many people into becoming his scapegoats. Oh great, even his wife is dead now.” Bam! As soon as that guy said that, he dropped the Invincible Umbrella in his hand from shock. Alex said coldly, “Quincy Zoppins, whom did you call retard?” “Uh—” The two people put down the Invincible Umbrella and stood up. They were surprised to find everyone was still alive. Unexpectedly, no one died. This was too outrageous, right? How could they be safe and sound after being

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.