Invincible Riley Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter Three — Scratches in the Silence Jaxon Vale didn’t like loose ends. Especially not the kind with storm-grey eyes and a past that kept vanishing every time he tried to follow it. He stood in the security room on the first floor of the Vale Pack compound, watching grainy footage from last night’s rescue. In one video frame, Riley shifted mid-air, barely visible in the motion blur as she shielded the child with her body. In the next, she was already back in her human skin, eyes glowing like firelight.

"Riley won't let this bone go without a fight." At the Vale Media Group, Connor heard the update and smiled. It was a minor contract for a man of his standing, but he knew it was the first stone in Ava’s fortress. He dialed me immediately. "You hunted well. I’m impressed." I laughed, feeling a warmth no contract could provide. "A compliment from the High Alpha? That’s worth more than the gold." "I’m watching, Ava. Show me how you finish them." I headed back to Turner Studios to face the fallout. Riley was already there, having crawled out of Blake’s bed to ambush him at the office. When her assistant, Gary, showed her the news on his phone, she nearly shifted in pure rage.

“So when Jaxon suggested his plan, I was fine with the first half, the part where we report your father, but I saw no use in dragging you down with him. Besides, you got rid of Jonathan, I think it's only fair I got rid of Alexander.” I edge closer to her, processing what she’s said. “So you don't see Leonel as your mortal enemy?” Oliver tries to joke, but there is fear in his voice. Real, warbling fear. “Oh, sorry.” Riley says briefly, turning to Oliver and bending her head his way, “Catch.” I hear Evelyn scream as the kill switch flies through the air. She reaches up and catches it, managing not to push the button as she does so. “Are you crazy? What if I'd pushed it!” she snaps at Riley.

“But I got back on my feet.” “Your father threatened you.” “He did. But it worked. We won the next game after I trained hard, and I had my alternate captain right beside me.” I place a hand on Riley’s shoulder. “So, Riley… My price for this win is simple. Take the alternate captain position back from Ricky. He is not one of us. He is not a Western Nile. He is not part of the Ice Gladiators. He is an outsider.” Riley swallows hard. I know it won’t be easy — Ricky is good. Really good. But Riley is a goal-getter. When he wants something, he bleeds for it. Ricky needs to go back to where he came from: Ireland.

Waiting. Riley stood. Leaning on crutches. Pale. Weak. But determined. "I know what you are all thinking. Poor Riley. Got shot. Almost died. Must be traumatized. Ready to quit." The room was silent. "You are wrong. I am not quitting. I am not walking away. I am not letting fear win." She met my eyes. "Hammer died protecting me. Protecting our mission. Protecting innocent people who needed us. If I quit now, I dishonor his sacrifice. I make his death meaningless. I let the bad guys win."

Riley screamed in pain, arching her back and crying out. This couldn't be the end. We weren't meant to lose. I saw Demetrius’s sword next to me and wrapped my hand around it. I wasn't sure if I was strong enough, but we were all dead anyways. I stood, barley able to stay on my feet. Maverick give me everything we have, or watch our mate die! I screamed at him. Riley's eyes shined red and I felt her power surge through me, I felt the strength I once held. I lifted my sword and with one swift motion, I removed his head.

"XO, they've realized we mean business. We need to combine our batteries with the Imperials, and start aiding them with repelling small craft as well. There isn't much flak coming from that big hulk. Bring us underneath that ship and extend our FLAK barrier around her." "Roger that sir. Sir, our strike-vipers have called Winchester. They need to land and re-arm" "Very well, recall the strikers. Launch the reserve strikers while the others re-arm. And prepare viper group three and four, the others will be out of ammo soon." The two incoming raiders set up in a staggered formation and commenced a head-on pass with Invictus. Invictus turned with them and helped close the distance, at the same t

I was not here on time, but Liam coordinated the attack, and now they have conquered all the buildings, and they have the Idiots on their knees, begging for mercy. I could see the color draining from Riley’s face. These are his benefactors, with them gone, he has no future agenda and no money to carry out his revenge plans. Any other person would be so glad to be set free from the bondage of these crazy guys, but Riley wasn’t happy at all. He looks like his life force has been stolen from him, and he turned to me with pain and anger in his eyes, “Don’t do it, Drake… Don’t you fucking give that order. Just tell me what you want from me and fucking do it. Just let them go, I beg of you!” he im

So far, he’d been able to do every task from lifting beers, tires, bikes, holding cars, and even just standing, holding out beers. In the past five years since his life went to shit, he’d been working harder than ever to prove to his dad and the club that he was trustworthy and loyal. “Hey, man,” Ian said, entering the parking lot. “Hey,” he said. Riley and Ian had been with the club when they had to go out of town on a drug run. It had gone bad, and all three of them had protected the club. Riley took a bullet to the chest, Ian to the shoulder, and Alfie had taken one in the leg, but none of the clubmen had been hurt.

Killian reciprocated her affectionate gesture while softly caressing her hair, assuring her, "I promise to protect you now and forever." Unintentionally, Killian found himself in a situation where, as a future king, it became his responsibility to safeguard those oppressed. This newfound role strengthened the bond between Killian and Amaya . Alongside their trusted companion, Black , they formed an inseparable trio known as the "Incredible Trio."