Invincible Mind Novels & Stories

But he doesn't listen to me and moves towards James. - Jamy, back off," I order, positioning myself opposite Dereck. - What the hell's the matter with you, Dereck? His eyes fall on me and turn black. Something inside me presses against the walls of my body, up into my throat and vibrates my vocal cords: - MAGNUS STOP! my voice vibrates strangely. Shocked, Dereck regains control. The pressure inside me eases and I collapse on the grass, vomiting. "Sorry Tanya, I had to do it," a voice echoes in my head.

But it seems, Clara didn’t mind the silence. She leaned casually against the bars. “You know, it’s actually kind of fascinating,” she let out softly, almost conversationally. “How easy it is to fuck with the mind. People think they’re so strong, so in control… but the mind is capable of so much more than we give it credit for. Break it down long enough, starve it, isolate it, give it the right kind of fear… and it’ll reshape itself into whatever you need.” She glanced over at the chained madman in the corner. He was watching us with wild, unfocused eyes, licking dried blood from his fingers.

Instead, she turned to look at me. I kept my head down, thinking, "Yvette clearly is just worried about Mom going back to the company and getting in the way of her escapades with Dad. Ugh, they're like two dogs in heat! They couldn't even wait to get a room. Don't they know that the office has a surveillance camera? "And what did she mean by mental illness? It was Dad who drugged Mom and forced her to leave the company. Later, Yvette found her a quack who claimed to be a traditional medicine practitioner. He had no license and prescribed prescriptions that only worsened her condition.

His face was pale, and his eyes widened in shock and pain. “I didn’t even see his movements!” Fist Mind thought in shock, his concern less about his broken body and more about the fact that his opponent was several times stronger than he was. He felt as though he was lying at the feet of a god, for only they could make him feel this helplessly useless; but the boy had given off the dignity of a Noble, much like he was. So how then? How then was he so strong?! “Invincible below the Ascension Realm indeed,” Fist Mind spat a mouthful of blood, snickering at himself for the arrogance that he had perceived to be confidence.

Or perhaps he had fallen asleep. In the end, he could not stop himself from softly inquiring, “Your Majesty?” “Tell me what you know about invincibilis,” The Saint’s voice came at last. Zayn pondered for a moment before saying, “Invincibilis is also known as the state of being unbeatable. I speculate that it will alter one’s form to the point that it strengthens one’s physical body, toughens one’s psychological state, and develops one’s mind. Up to 100% of one’s capacity would be able to be utilized.

he instructed me in his deep smooth voice. I did what he said but after a full hour of concentrating, I started feeling goose bumps all over my body then I found myself slowly becoming invincible. “Good Job you now have the invincibility power as your third power.” he said to me. “Now to control the power its easy as you just think of yourself becoming invincible when you want to be and to reappear you just think of yourself reappearing. Any object with you also becomes invincible.’ he whispered in my ear.

As I lean back against the cold, uneven stone wall, studying Invidia and mentally castigating myself, I feel that electric surge from deep within me shoot directly to my brain, lifting the haze of exhaustion and welcoming a moment of perspicuity. I ascertain that I never lost my acuity or my observational skills. The fact that while in excruciating pain; zapped of my last modicum of energy while my soul is shattered into a million tiny pieces; I was able to pick up from Invidia’s impassioned ranting and pacing that the currently incarcerated former makkari, Manon Levesque, is Invidia’s mother, shows I haven’t lost my touch. I’m not of a diminished capacity…I was just distracted.

My face contoured into an expression that felt uncomfortable to my skin. “What I mean, is that Mrs Velt has been studying you for years. It is very rare, extremely rare. It has been estimated only a handful of individuals have this trait in the entire world. But there is something in you, gears in your mind that means you can never be under mind control of any sort. And you have the power to lift others from that same restriction. It’s wonderful, actually. As long as anyone stays around you their own minds can never be warped into absolute submission. You are like a big human transmitter of freedom and self-thought.”

"He's in the sun, the wind, the rain, and in the air in which you breathe He sings a song of hope and cheer, there's no more pain, no more fear You'll see him in the clouds above hear him whisper words of love You'll be together before long Until then listen to his song." Christy Ann Martine ~•~ Awareness came in gradual stages. It began with a series of tiny explosions that went off behind my hazel-coloured eyes, intense detonations of pain that heralded my return to consciousness.

I activated my invincible state. Fortunately, the attack was still ongoing. People were yelling and fleeing. As I looked through the crowd, I noticed the six robbers. I landed quickly inside the center, activated my inner power, and launched a ferocious attack on them. I was quick because I had little time. None of them could stop my attack. I was enraged. I could run horizontally forward to hit the rubbers. It was intriguing, and it appeared as if the audience were watching a movie. The crowd was ecstatic and yelled to support me.