Invincible War Woman 2 Novels & Stories

Infuriating man. Gabriel pushed the panel wider. The war room lay beyond in near-total dark, only a weak spill of corridor red and library ember-light cutting along the table edges and wall lines. Shapes I knew too well now: folders, maps, timeline boards, Hector’s photographs, Sabine’s links, my mother’s routes. And at the far side of the room, beside the open lower archive drawer, stood a woman in a dark coat. Not young. Not tall. Not graceful in the way Sabine was graceful.

She went to Ashley's home and stabbed her nearly to death, completing her revenge. David had just arrived to see Ashley. When he tried to save Ashley, who was lying in a pool of blood, the vengeful girl, in a frenzy, became violent. Half an hour later, one died, and two was severely injured. Ashley was dead. David was critically wounded, stabbed in the femoral artery, condemned to a wheelchair for life. The girl was also critically injured. She woke up in the hospital and immediately jumped to her death. Hearing this news, I felt a mix of emotions.

The TV screen loaded for some seconds before it played some shameful moments of Aubrey. On the first part, The TV screen was dark and nobody could actually see it clearly, but it would could squint his or her eyes properly one could clearly see a woman on top of a man, she was holding a bottle of Vodka as she threatened the man. "Hey, if you don't do what I say, I will make sure to end your family life, you know I can do that, oh and I will make it look like you raped me in front of the camera" She drank the bottle as she spat on the face.

“We’ll see.” She drove her fist into his face. Victor crumpled. Luca appeared beside her, his golden eyes flickering with concern as he took in her injury. Seraphina exhaled. “The invasion?” “We won,” Luca said, his voice steady. “But this isn’t over.” Seraphina nodded. The war had only just begun. And she would make sure they survived it. — Victor’s unconscious body was dragged away by Luca’s warriors, but Seraphina barely spared him a glance. She pressed a hand to her side, feeling the sticky warmth of blood seeping through her fingers. The wound burned, but she’d survived worse.

But then— A blinding blast of lunar energy exploded between the two armies. Ariana screamed as her mark ignited, burning through her skin like molten silver. Damon grabbed her—but the force ripped her from his arms, hurling her backward. Warriors fell to their knees. Elders shielded themselves. Only one figure stood untouched. A woman. Cloaked in black. Eyes glowing silver. Smiling like a goddess reborn. Damon’s breath shattered. “…Seraphina.” His mate. The mate the Eclipse stole. Alive. And wielding impossible power.

“We’re neither an Anomalous nor a mere human being, but you got it right, daughter of the president, we are formidable­—and much stronger than you can ever compete.” And from the chaos of blades sparring and glinting in the dimly lit sky came four armored warriors. Hera had never seen them before nor had she felt such a tremendous amount of energy with not much fault in them. It was far from perfect, but its register was enough to send shivers down her spine. The woman who seemed to have spoken earlier smirked at them, unbothered by the screams of fallen warriors behind her. She brushed her hands on her shoulder as though wiping off dirt, her green eyes directed to Hera who swallowed hard.

“You want to win? Be the one who kills her twice.” Silence. Siara said nothing. The woman turned to her and smiled. “Now be a good girl. Have someone check the morgues. If Nirvana’s name isn’t on the tag yet… you better pray her heartbeat flatlines before sunrise.” A beat passed. Then the woman added darkly… “Because the real war begins when she opens her eyes.” The elevator doors closed with a soft whisper, swallowing her in polished silence. She stood perfectly still…her reflection fractured in the gilded mirror of the elevator wall. The city lights twinkled behind the glass, painting her eyes in gold and shadow. A cigarette burned slowly between her lips, the only movement, the only breat

, I’m almost groaning. "Don't get me wrong,” she says slowly, her gelatine-like eyes burned with sincerity as she gazed at me. “There is a beauty in your rebellious spirit and all. Your defiance of women's place in our New Eden. And I admire that. But let's be real, Amber. It's a beauty that women in our position can't afford. Your defiance ain't going to get you anywhere, sweetheart. It’s just a slow, painful sucide," she said

I just stared then asked, "Thomas isn't the danger is he?" "No dear he isn't. He is just the beginning of a war that has threatened to make its way to the supernatural world. You will have allies you've never thought of having and you will come of a power not to be known of werewolves. There will be fear, death, and even love in this war. You must be as prepared as possible. Slate and Xavier will help in every way they can. Be careful with your choices my love. Some may get you killed." "Now I don't have much time left with you. But I know you will have your second chance mate and I need you to cherish him and love him in ways never thought of. He will be the key to your survival. I love yo

So domineering was his display that the soldiers could only open their mouths wide in surprise and watch the scenes before them unfold. “So that is the power of the God of Thunder,” the captain sighed in awe. Next to him the small man’s eyes were flashing with desire and admiration. Before long several dots appeared in the sky as a few more figures descended onto the battlefield. Each of these newcomers was a woman, and they all had armors with wings that flapped and beat the winds to carry them around. Leading these women was a blonde haired woman with deep blue eyes who shared similar looks with Thor. In her hand was a beautiful sword that reflected the majesty of the sun. With domineering