Invincible Real Name Novels & Stories

Dax asks. “Yeah, this didn’t happen on pack lands, this is human land. And a human victim. So, human cops.” I remind him. “Beta Cayden”, I say in the mind link, “call the local P.D. and tell them we have a deceased human male in the no man’s land between our pack and Alpha Connor’s.” “Oh, shit. Is it…?” He asks as though he doesn’t want to say the word. “Yeah. The guy has two small puncture wounds on his neck.”

Everyone except King and Sam stared in shock as the men strode into the room, the devil insignias on their backs as large as life. “Hey, King,” Wolf Connor, President of The Road Devils MC greeted him. “Sam.” “Hi,” Sam responded, the nodded at the man behind Wolf with a teasing grin “Vic.” Victor ‘Scars’ Innis rolled his eyes, but it was an affectionate gesture. Nobody called him ‘Vic’ but his kid brother, and as much as it annoyed him for everyone in the room to know his birth name, he’d take it off Sam. He thought the sun rose and set on his brother, so he got away with shit that nobody else could.

"I actually possess a solitary, highly optimal candidate file in my memory banking. You can personally deploy to test his baseline. Hold on while I pull his raw data files out of my terminal for you." The elite enforcer Sarah highly recommended to Chloe was a man named Justin Vance (陈英杰). He had graduated from the exact same prestigious military academy as Sarah and was her senior alumnus. His physical combat mastery was legendary, and his internal ledger operated under absolute, unyielding moral principles.

They never really thought I would do anything until it was too late. “Welcome, Roy. My name is Vance Matthew.” At the mention of my name, he trashes against Tony, desperate to get free. “Listen, man, I don’t know what all this is about, but I swear to God I haven’t fucked with anything to do with Vincent Ricci. I know who you are, man.” He falls to his knees like a pathetic roach. “I swear on my mother, man.”

Arrghhhhhh, he felt so stupid! Javier lunged at the ghost in a burst of embarrassed anger. As the Ace at the Apex, he was going to bag a ghost if this was the last thing he would do! He was Javier the Valiant, Javier the Fearless, Javier the Guy Motivated By Embarrassment!

“I’ll cut right to the chase. Especially since you’ve all but figured things out. You asked me if I was a CEO or something⁠—” “I mean, I just guessed from the money you literally burned,” I mumble. “Right. Well, to answer your question, I’m both. I’m a CEO of a multi-billion dollar defense contract company. My real name is not Salvatore but Viktor. Viktor Ivanov.” He glances at a table full of serious-looking men quietly enjoying their lasagna near us. I follow his glance. Then I notice the faded tattoo below his ear. And it all clicks into place. He’s Russian.

Connor replied, looking more concerned with each word he spoke and pained because, come on, he just woke up from the dead. "You're telling me someone took over the Vipers, and that was when the active attack on our town started?" Dante asked, and Connor nodded his head. The movement must have pained him because he closed his eyes and groaned a bit. "Name." I ordered, too eager to get to the bottom of this. "I don't know his real name. He was one of the top fighters in the fight clubs owned by the Vipers. I only know him by his stage name." Connor replied.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

He said, “If he could find our location this easily, he must have gone to the Invincible Sect. It seems that he has met the powerhouses of the Invincible Sect.” “What should we do?” The man in black, who was the Ancestral Blood Master’s brother, asked. The Ancestral Blood Master was Thea’s father. He was her real father and not a clone. His real name was Xrival Callahan. He gave himself such a name. When he was weak, he had enemies. However, he could not find them, leading him to create this name. He wanted to find his enemies and take vengeance. Meanwhile, his brother’s name was Xanthus.

“No Alpha patrols that water. No human settlements. No threat of being chased. And if it’s who I think it is, the isolation is perfect for him.” “Who?” Alexandro asked. “Maeron.” The name struck something in Alexandro. He’d heard it only in whispers. Legends passed from one campfire to the next. A sea-born being, a ruler of forgotten creatures, rumored to rise once every hundred years. “He’s a myth,” Alexandro said, though his voice held no certainty. Valerian shook his head. “No. He’s very real. And if he’s taken your wife… it means she’s not who we think she is.”