Invincible Old Man Novels & Stories

They were all beasts. " I want her. " An old man said, coming out of the crowd. Men put me on the shining floor. Their arms were still holding me. He stepped toward me. He was smiling like a devil. " I I I'm m m married. " I said through my sobs. My weight was on my one foot. " I'm also married." Oldie viciously grinned and raised his hand to touch me. I pulled myself back with a shriek

"You're still weak!" the old man in his late 50's spoke with his deep voice filled with venom while watching the person lying on the floor all weak and vulnerable with those bruises and blood on his back and a satisfied look spread across the wrinkled face of the old man seeing the poor being.

As if with great difficulty, the old man spoke very slowly, "For thousands of years, the Holy Temple stood tall and proud in spite of whatever trials and tribulations that came. And by the glory of the Sun God, the citadel of the Holy Temple shall endure longer still." The elderly man raised his hand once more and brought it down like he was swatting a fly. Bang! More cracks split open on the ground with blood seeping into it and severed and mangled limbs strewn everywhere. Bang! Bang! Bang! Panicking, the invaders – the Dark Guild and other allied forces – all turned around and fled. The old man was just too powerful and no one could defeat him. But the old man has no intention of showing a

“And their father is wheelchair ridden. He is the Wounded Lion. He has stroke.” Mr. Visashi smiled and said, “I hope the work is as good as what you have told me.” “It is sir,” she smiled. “Ok hand it to me. I will get back to you. Let me have my people look at it. Don’t worry I will give you an honest opinion of your work.” “Thank you,” Ludo left.

After all, the old man saved his life, so he still reminded him out of kindness, “Elder, this move is very powerful. Be careful!” Nevertheless, the old man did not seem to pay attention at all. Seeing this, Andrius hardened his heart and launched the Doom Cannon. Swoosh! Just as the powerful shot was about to land, the old man flicked another strand of sword energy which shattered the Doom Cannon’s attack. It was completely anticlimactic. Andrius felt a surge of defeat. This old man was truly unimaginable and unfathomable. “With your strength...” After three moves, the old man shook his head disdainfully. “I’m afraid you’ll end up in the jaws of the sea beasts as soon as you step off this is

"I..." "I am too old now. I probably am not the person you're looking for." There was a faint trembling in the old man's voice, not easily noticeable. Jenny noticed the white knuckles of the old man's hand gripping the stone axe with great force. "I am an old man, not the person you seek." Vivian stared for a moment, but still disregarded what the old man said, gladly accepting it. Vivian sensed that the old man didn't want her to pass, so she stood still without moving, unlike the powerful supernatural being that attacked Jenny just moments ago.

My legs wobbled. “What did you do to him? Let him go right now!” No one answered. Men stood around the room like statues. Dressed in clothes. Cold eyes. Not one of them spoke. “Who are you?” I yelled. “What do you want from us?” My father lifted his head a little. “Val… don’t,” he whispered. His voice broke. “Please.” I turned back to the men. “You touch him again and—” The door opened. An old man walked in, slow and calm. He had white hair, neatly combed. His clothes were clean and expensive. His face held a light smile, like he had walked into a friendly gathering.

It was a picture of a man and her, the same woman she kept on seeing. ‘What the hell?!’ she muttered under her breath as another picture of the woman with the same man flashed on the screen again. “Who’s that?” she asked the old man. “He’s Arthur Locke,” the old man answered. “The billionaire?” the woman probed. “No, the bartender standing over there serving you drinks,” the old man answered sarcastically. “One more sarcasm and I’m ripping what’s left of your hair,” the girl threatened. “I wonder what sin I committed to have met someone like you,” the old man cried out as he touched his hair.

the old man said. "Who?" They asked. "Dimitri Salvador," he said. How did this old man know me? I looked at Bam Petty, who shook his head. "How do you know me?" I asked. "I know that isn't your name, Morgan," he said. I told myself that someone wanted to play. Alex called his uncle like the old man could save him. "Hold it," the man said. He allowed the men we came for to be left alone. "Old man, you have done well," I said and left with the men.

I stood up,and turned to leave,my hand was placed on the cold door,about to push,when he called me back. "True?" "Yeah?"I asked,and tilted my head to him. "Promise me"he said. "What?" "You are going to have a new year's resolution"he said,"why?"I asked and j got a Shut—the— hell— up stare. "Alright fine..." Am surprised am even listening. "You are gonna get yourself a girlfriend,or even a wife if that's even possible" No way! The old man is asking too much now,am only twenty eight,and he's acting like am in my early fifties!