Invincible Sinclair Voice Actor Novels & Stories

Wasn’t Sinners’ lead guitarist named Brian Sinclair? One of the men seated in the booth turned his head to scratch his chin with his shoulder. Despite his mirrored sunglasses, she instantly recognized vocalist Sedric Lionheart. Her heart rate kicked up a couple notches. It was Sinners. “I am so fucking drunk!” Brian yelled. He rolled off the table, knocking over several empty beer glasses, and landed on the laps of two of his companions. They dumped him unceremoniously on the floor.

At this point, he turns to look at Sin, who is now conscious and seated on the floor at the edge of the wall with blood covered all over his face. “Sinclair, he tried to murder me, because he was angry that our father crowned me the supreme ruler of the vale instead of him, I've always been much stronger than Sinclair, its impossible to kill a man like me, and out of anger I banished Sinclair from the vale, never to return with the penalty of death.” “All these years, Sinclair has tried to play the good guy and hide the real him from everyone. He has spent years trying to paint himself as the good guy, but he isn't who you think he is.” He explained to us.

“I would never embarrass you, Mom.” From the proud look on her face, you could tell he was her favorite child. “Uncle.” Patrick stood up respectfully. Christian Sinclair. CEO of Sin Apex Technologies. The same man Patrick looked up to and looked forward to meeting again since he’d spent the last few years abroad. The same man whose room I drunkenly went into and spilled all my secrets to. He was Patrick’s uncle. I was so fucked.

If I didn't already have a head injury I'd hit myself in the head. Maverick and Ares chuckle, "Mr. Sinclair is our father. You can call us by our names." Maverick says with a smile and I can't help the blush that appears on my face. Nicholas clears his throat and throws a glare at his brother before moving closer to my bed.

But Sinclair ignores this, holding the nation’s champion up with his fist alone. “If you ever,” Sinclair whispers, “ever again raise your voice at my favorite child – Princess Ariel Sinclair, goddess-born, a fucking angel on this earth – if you ever dare to yell at her like that? Ever again?” Luca’s whole body shakes as Sinclair brings his mouth very, very close to his ear. “Then I’ll fucking rip your heart out, Luca Grant. And I mean that very, very literally.” With a vicious shove, Sinclair casts Luca away from him, disgusted.

“Come on then, get on with it while the beer’s still cold and the food’s still warm.” “Ladies and gentlemen, this is Kai St. Claire, the son of our protector, Kiran Sinclair, and as our luck would have it, he has the same protector’s blood as his father!” Conall announced loudly, and the crowd clapped and whistled at his announcement.

Then I whispered it. A name I didn’t even realize I’d made up for him in my mind. “PROFESSOR SIN ?”

"Tonight, we take back our lives! We take back our freedom!" The beat of my heart hastens.. I'm proud, scared, crazily in love, sick to my stomach, maybe all four. A terrifying, roaring wind rushes into the palace, blowing out all the fire torches. The sudden darkness leaves half the soldiers confused and on edge. A slow, deliberate clap. "Damn. What a powerful speech." Another louder clap. "No wonder you won the Oscar for best actor." Roman Sinclair steps into view, cold grin in place. "Wish you didn't disturb my peaceful sleep with all that noise, though."

“And yet here you are. Crawling through the dark to reach me. Just like I knew you would.” I shook my head, forcing strength into words that tasted like ash. “You’ll never win. He’ll find me. He’ll burn you to the ground.” His eyes glittered. “Ah, yes. Aaron Sinclair. Always the savior, isn’t he? Always the man in the shadows, cleaning up messes too filthy for anyone else to touch.” The grin faded. His voice sharpened to a knife. “But tell me, Venus… did he tell you the truth about Martha?”

“What are you doing?! He’s going to find me.” “We’re counting on it,” smiled Damien before leaving the room. I could tell a plan was underway. Sinclair looked at me with a victorious smile on his face. “It feels good to win,” he laughed. “Now, let’s get back to the situation at hand, shall we?” “What do you want?” I asked in anger. “Why am I here?” “What I want is for you to shut the hell up and listen to me or I will call in Damien to take out your hands. He'll be really glad to do that.”