Invincible Variants Flying Novels & Stories

Wise nodded knowingly, his eyes fixed on the swarm above. "Ah, yes. Variant Royal Hornets," he confirmed, his voice carrying the weight of ancient knowledge. It was all there, hidden within the pages of the Necrosmith class, waiting to be discovered. [Variant Royal Hornets] Nestled deep within the lush rainforests, these magnificent creatures thrive in tranquility, diligently toiling away. Their resilient exoskeletons serve as impenetrable shields, impervious to anything but the scorching touch of top-tier flames. These majestic insects reign over the tropical forest, proudly boasting their colossal stature among their kin.

I shouted. Corvin took to the sky, his wings spread wide. Behind him, a dozen other flyers followed—children with feathers, with leathery wings, with skin that caught the wind. They swarmed the Progenitor's head, diving at its eyes, its mouth, its gills. The beast roared. The sound shattered windows on the island. Children on the ground covered their ears. "Miro!" I called. Miro surged from the water, his scales blazing. Behind him, every Variant who could swim—dozens of them—launched into the sea. They attacked the Progenitor's underside, where the scales were thinnest.

(Chief Engineer Mikayla) Using an intercom the whole hangar starts to works again. All the flight crew that will handle this flight test were all Demi-Human from the Bird race, especially picked for their ability to fly in case of an unexpected accident that might happen, at least they will be able to save themselves.

I want to meet someone. “Fifth, the Proxas. They are the type of vampires with the ability to fly. You can only tell if a vampire is Proxas if they have gray eyes. Don't go near the Proxas because sometimes they are vampires who like to play with a human or a vampire. And don't try to fight with them because you will never win," Knox, he's a Proxas? So, I should not pay attention to his actions because he might play like that? Alright.

"Does this fool know that I have no limit to finances?" He turned his head and stared at Damont who felt a cold hand squeeze his heart. He trembled slightly and couldn't stare him down so he lowered his eyes. Frost made a 70 million bid and Damont again raised it to 80 million. He was determined to gift Vinca the vase she had desired to get. His small mind was overworking. Vinca had lost her memory so she didn't remember him. Moreover, the kidnapping incident involving him and what followed after was completely wiped off her memory.

These were biological siege weapons bred by the Fenrir Council—creatures of animated granite and ancient sorcery, weighing half a ton each, capable of flying at transonic speeds. "Starboard engine taking heat!" Marcus yelled, fighting the yoke as the plane banked hard to the left, narrowly avoiding a stream of acidic bile spewed by a gargoyle leader. "They're trying to melt the intake fans!" Jack stood in the cockpit doorway, scanning the swarm. There were at least fifty of them. A swarm of flying nightmares circling their prey.

They moved with a predatory grace that made our ground-based movements look like the flailing of wounded insects. ​The lead Sentinel, a woman named Vaneira with wings that spanned ten feet and eyes the color of a clear summer sky, landed on the very edge of our cliff. She ignored the massive Hive ship for a moment, focusing her entire attention on me. Her presence was cold, elevated, and utterly detached.

Each Monarch-rank mechanical creature meant a high-grade Source Crystal. But it was a Monarch-rank mechanical bird, so there was nothing Victor could do. It could fly to an altitude of thousands of meters. Currently, the Funnel was the only thing Victor had that could hit it. A Monarch-rank mechanical bird couldn't be defeated with just a Funnel. At least, not with Victor's current combat power. If Victor had over 10,000 combat power, he could turn that Monarch-rank mechanical bird to dust with one shot.

She dived, her golden cannon charging for another shot. "You are a 'High-Value Asset,' Elara!" she screamed, her corporate mask finally cracking into pure, unadulterated rage. "You do not have the 'Permission' to die on your own terms!" Before she could fire, a shadow swept over the bridge. It wasn't a cloud. It was a fleet of rusted, 1990s-era fighter jets—F-15 Eagles—roaring out of the fog. They were the "Air-Wing" of the Iron Vault, piloted by the men and women who had refused to be uploaded.

In reality, it was nothing more than a grown man beating up a kid. The Valenamese leader weaved and dodged frantically, not daring to take him directly at all. But the expert's attacks kept missing, and his frustration started to boil over. A blood-red glow suddenly flared from his wings. With a powerful beat, his speed doubled. That meant Mach 4. He'd clearly just activated some kind of trump card. The Valenamese group leader barely had time to sense something was wrong. And in the next instant, he was carved into four pieces.