Invincible War Oc Novels & Stories

I laughed, “You made a wrong move, King Warrick. You just gave the spear to me.” “No!!! I didn’t!” he’s now infuriated and his face reddened in anger. He screamed, and it echoed throughout the place, and all the demon beasts also screamed. A strong aura emits from their body and they get stronger. I could feel everyone’s heavy breathing and low energy. That’s because of fighting nonstop. I saw Invictus had already transformed to his original form. He is a dark giant three-headed snake with dark red big eyes. His left eye tinted with silvery red like Damona’s eyes. Two horns are attached to only one head in between, and its fangs are sharp and big. And he has thick scales. He roared so loud a

The paint that had been splashed all over the entrance of the company was washed away, and a new signboard was put up. The office returned to its former calm and order. Since most of the employees involved in the drama were fired, we started recruiting new blood. On recruitment day, I was conducting the interviews personally when a familiar face appeared. "Hello, Mr. Pearson. This is my résumé." I looked at the lady in front of me. Wasn't this Joanna's best friend who came to see her before? When I saw the name "Glenda Woodard" on the résumé, a thought struck me.

"I'm an Omega. I'm nothing." ​"An Omega's heart in a world of Alphas is a liability, girl," the man said, his eyes glinting behind thick, cracked spectacles. He held out a tablet. The screen showed a news crawl from Blackwood Global Financial: Alpha Julian Blackwood Announces Engagement to Isabella Silver-Vane. Market Caps Rise 12%. Shared Border Expansion Confirmed. ​I stared at Julian’s face on the screen. He looked radiant. Powerful. He was standing on a podium, his arm around Isabella’s waist, looking like the king of the world. He didn't look like a man who had just ripped a soul in half.

The creatures, cut off from their source, dissolved into nothing. We stood in the silence after, breathing hard, aware we had just won the first battle of a war that would define everything. “More will come,” Nyx said. “Larger breaches. Stronger creatures. This was just reconnaissance. The real invasion is still building.” “Then we will be ready,” I said. “We have six Lunar Wolves. We have an assembly. We have wolves across the continent who will fight. We are not facing this alone.” “No,” Cassandra agreed. “We are not. And that makes all the difference.”

I nodded. “Yes.” “And you don’t trust that you’re safe here.” My lips trembled. “I want to… but everything is complicated.” He sighed quietly. “You deserve peace, Elowen. Not more battles.” Tears finally slipped down my cheeks. “I’m tired of fighting,” I whispered. “I just want somewhere I don’t have to be afraid all the time.” His expression changed then… from concern to something deeper. Something fierce. “As long as you’re under my roof,” he said firmly, “no one will touch you. Not Ravina. Not anyone.”

"Did you really think a fat, dying human could ever truly be my Luna?”, the words I never expected from Jacob, my bond mate came out with no remorse I gave that man everything. My body. My loyalty. My son. My Health. And when his fated mate walked in, he chose her — then watched Lucy kill my child before he finished what she started. I died hating them both. I woke up as someone else. My name was Rachel Black. Now I'm wearing Danielle Carmen's face, sleeping in her bed, married to a man who never wanted me — Jackson, obligated to me by a mother who's been pulling his strings since birth. I don't remember Danielle's life. But I remember someone tried to end it before I got here. So I'll u

I couldn’t imagine having Brad’s traits in the children. That would be a total disaster. I reached out to him as we hugged before letting each other go. By now the water had reached our necks and was pushing into the roof of the cage. Conan kept looking at the door with a worried look on his face. “What is it?” I asked. “The door,” he sighed. “That’s a military grade door with the ability to withstand heavy machine gunfire.” “Yeah. So?” I wondered what he was talking about. “It means that even as a werewolf I would struggle to open it up, much less being severely weakened and bleeding from bullet wounds.”

A thick, black smoke filled the room and a warlock was closer to Sinn, even though Tyron tried to fight with magic, he couldn’t, it was too powerful, without a white one. Sinn felt kids inside her fighting with her to survive, giving her strength to do the same, because of all she loved, because of them, and everything that she was. Her hand moved slowly into her pocket, while the warlock was close to finishing her, but not without taking everything from her first, laughing evilly, into her face. The medallion was in her hand, but the words couldn’t be said, not without a voice and breath, but she knew better.

"I just thought it strange that there's little to no information on the Sorcerer Clan. I mean, the entire American Continents fought a war against them, yet we know nothing about how that went." "We won. What else is there to know?" Belinda clenched her jaws so as not to say something rude. Seriously, if the werewolf beside her didn't take what she said more seriously, she would be tempted to punch him in the face. Perhaps, it was time she changed strategy. Attempting to arouse Marcus' curiosity wasn't working.

Deven became clearer too, and I kind wish he hadn't, as his figure reminded me of just what the difference between an omega and a normal wolf was. His stocky build and size would have already put me at a disadvantage, combine that with his training, and me being fucking pregnant, and I was down right screwed. I had to fight anyway. I've got to at least hurt in someway. No matter how small, I wasn't letting him erase my presence from this stupid place so easily. If he was going to kill me, kill my pup, then I was going to scar. I would make it so kids screamed just by looking at him.