Invincible Real Name Novels & Stories

Henry glimpsed around once again before facing her. "He's a ruthless boxer in an underground illegal ring run by the mafia. He's the hero there. The deadly fighter, known as 'Vicious Knight.' Almost everyone on the campus knows this. He mercilessly beats his opponents to the brink of death and makes them tap out on their own." He spoke. Her heart shivered in her chest as she felt tears brimming in her eyes. He was lying. She kept telling herself that.

Ivan said with shaking voice. Jobel bent down and let out a deep breath. He raised his right hand and wiped the tear from his cheek. When he raised his head again and looked at Ivan again. He's usual cold and unapproachable look, displays in his face. Together with bitter and painful smile, he opened his mouth and said. "Mr. Prowells, you probably already know the truth about Daveryl Ortega's new persona. The real Daveryl died and now, Ricky Sebastian owns his body. You already know that right?" Jobel said with cold and deep voice.

...... **Flashback**....... "What brings you here Señor Pattinson?” General Nikolas asked. "I'm here to reveal the truth you've been hunting, I know you've been suspecting. There's no Robert Pattinson, my real name is Santiago De León, the adopted son of Señor Santiago De León. I know you are going to ask me why I was hiding behind that identity." "Let's be honest if you were in my shoes you'd do the same when the entire world hates you because of your late father's past life. I couldn't stand the hate and all so I decided to change my identity, for myself and my family." He concluded.

“Yes.” “Then I need to tell you something before you do.” She turned toward him. His face was unreadable. “The man who led that meeting—the one who called himself the Horizon envoy—he wasn’t just a survivor of Crane’s network.” Lena frowned. “Then who is he?” Vincent exhaled smoke. “His name is Jonas Vale.” The name hit her like a blade. “Vale?” Vincent nodded. “Cassidy’s younger brother. Thought to be dead after the riots.”

I asked, my voice quivering as I unconsciously made direct eye contact with Vincent. “We don’t know. We don’t have to!” Karima’s eyes darted around the room, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her shirt. “Stop it,” she hissed, her voice barely more than a breath. “You don’t know who’s listening… we shouldn’t even be talking about this.” Vincent’s gaze flicked between Karima and me, his expression unreadable but cautious. “No one knows the exact details, but rumors say he was the first and only weak blood to have activated his immortality genes, so they call him the First,” he said, holding my gaze, his every word burying like a corpse in my chest.

What did she want from me? My dad's name is Chansey Slate, he is Beta to our Alpha, Brock Landon. My father is married to Rebecca Slate, and I have a brother named Tyler, who is my twin. We look like complete opposites. I have dark brown hair, his is raven black, which I envy, to be honest. He's darker-skinned toned than I am. He's extremely well built, meaning he's super muscular for his age, since he is always working out! And I mean working out all the damn time, just like his arrogant best friend, Blake.

he replied. Drake motioned his hand and said, “You may leave,” Dillon then left at a swift speed. His Beta may think that he’s heartless, but that’s what he is, and he has a reputation to maintain. He will not let his emotion defeat his bravery. It is better for him not to show any care. But no matter how he denies it, he knew that the moment he stopped touching her, he was already doing the art of care. Emily was beautiful but weak… even if her appearance shouts an aura of a future Luna of a pack. But to a ruthless Alpha King like him, that’s something he would never have.

Alpha Marco and I both snapped our heads up from where we sat at his desk to the man standing in the doorframe, who I assumed was Beta Alex given his extraordinarily large stature and solid build. “Julius, this is my Beta, Alex.” Alpha Marco introduced us as he stood from his chair. I extended my hand to Beta Alex as I straightened myself beside Marco. He took it with a surprisingly firm grip, nodding his head in a show of respect before his hazel eyes met mine. His smooth, dark skin paired with striking eyes and near-flawless features made him look more like a doll than a man, but his expression reminded me of a soldier. He had none of the sadistic playfulness that Dean carried with him, in

, I demanded. He sat upright and sighed, looking at me critically. “Near death has not made you sentimental, I see”, he said. “There you go, talking like a suit again”, I said jokingly. “We now have a common enemy. His name is Vincenzo”, he said, getting off the bed. I looked up at him as he heaved slowly, causing his chest to rise and fall steadily. “Yes, we do. But he is practically untouchable and I am lucky to be alive so, what is it?”, I said.

He was shirtless. He sped toward Elder Xan, who was busy sinking his fangs into the neck of the trumpet player he had overpowered. Adrian grabbed Xan and slammed him against the wall with brutal force. The wall cracked on impact. Xan crumpled to the ground, unconscious, as Adrian released him. “In my office in twenty minutes,” Adrian said as he walked past me and headed for the exit. Medics came running toward the wounded. I helped support the injured men, but they couldn’t save the trumpet player. He passed away a few minutes after they arrived.