Invincible War Woman 2 Novels & Stories

When that woman made mention of the dead young Alpha, could it be that he did something bad and they were looking for a replica or… The huge doors that swung open cut short my thoughts, the woman from earlier coming into the hall but this time she had company. A man and a woman, dressed gracefully yet their eyes were sulken—Like they have been wailing. With the aura that swirled around them. They didn’t seem like normal wolves. The Alpha and Luna? The moment the woman’s eyes met mine, she froze, her shoulders sagged and she bursted into tears, slipping into the arms of the man who stared at me in horror.

The warriors blinked as I stepped forward, uncertainty rippling in my stomach even if I kept my face even and calm. “You have seen her fight, you have seen her train with you all, and you have seen her strength and courage…”Asher said. “I chose Ivyanka not because she’s my wife or Luna. I chose her because she’s worth it, and she has proven it over and over again. She’s pregnant with my pup, she almost died due to a vampire bite and yet here she is, standing strong and ready to give her all. While Ivyanka won’t be able to fight in the war because her pregnancy won’t allow her to shift, she will still be here for the training. If anyone has a problem with my decision, feel free to raise your

The crowd roars its approval. The wiry girl is next. Her opponent is a slender, quick-moving girl. Their fight is a blur of motion, a deadly dance. The wiry girl is faster, but her opponent is clever, using the ring's boundaries to her advantage. In the end, it's a feint, a trip, and a decisive hold that ends it. The wiry girl lies panting, her face pressed into the dirt. Then my name is called. "Isla Ulvehjerte."

All of a sudden, something inside me snap, sharp and irreversible. I won't let anyone make me feel worthless. I'm no longer a twenty-three years old worthless Omega. No. I. Am. A. Luna. And Varek has declare a war, which I would fight with every part of me. I step into the bedroom, take a quick shower—one I had expect to calm all the storm inside me but it did nothing of such.

His face subtly contorts in pain. "Really?" I asked, smiling innocently at him. That provoked him to growl back at me, exposing his rotten teeth. I exhaled and threw him against the wall without saying anything. In an instant, the dummy fell asleep. Tsk! Weaklings. That alerted his other companions. They immediately stand and took their weapons from the side as they approached me. They’re holding baseball bats and wooden paddles. Tsk. Cowards. Didn't they know it's a bad idea to hurt a woman? Because when a woman is hurt, she becomes strong. The more she’s hurt, the stronger she’ll become. Till to the point that she’d be invincible and nothing else can hurt her.

a voice said from the shadows behind the Captain's chair. A figure stepped out. It was a woman, encased in armor that pulsed with the same "Galactic-Source" light as the ship. She looked exactly like Elara, but her hair was silver, and her eyes were a cold, calculated Violet. "Meet the Alpha-Prime 2.0," the woman said, raising a hand that crackled with deletion-energy. "The 'Recalled' Elara was just the template. I am the Final-Product." The woman snapped her fingers, and the floor vanished, dropping the pack into a Sub-Routine Abyss where the laws of hockey, wolves, and physics no longer applied.

Just less so. The fight was brutal. Blind. Both combatants using sound, feeling, instinct. Chaewon took hits. Gave them back. Neither winning. Neither losing. Just surviving in darkness. Then emergency lights kicked in. Battery-powered. Dim. But enough to see. Wolf stood ten feet away. Armor damaged from the EMP. Helmet cracked. And underneath— A woman. Mid-thirties. Asian. Scarred. And familiar. "I know you," Chaewon breathed. "You were... you were in the institute. One of the early subjects. They told me you died."

"I barely pushed! I didn't mean to break your flow!" Nia sat up, shaking her head, a breathless, awestruck laugh escaping her lips. "Mother’s grace, Mwajey. It felt like hitting a mountain. Don't apologize. You didn't break us; our mana just... gave out." Mwajuma frowned, her thick brow furrowing. Her high Battle IQ was analyzing the interaction, and the math was fundamentally wrong. These were the Vanguard. They were the absolute elite, the women who defended the Canopy Gates against the hulking, mana-dense abominations of the Savage Wilds. Their physical technique was flawless. Their discipline was absolute.

Clank- The two short blades in the woman’s hands clashed with Alex’s Xavion Sword, creating sparks. The short blades and armor were not ordinary either; they were all filled with divine power. As she fought against Alex’s sword, her red battle outfit flowed with complicated and odd symbols. They seemed to be supplying her with unlimited mystic power. The third layered Immortal Wheel of Life turned into a shield as well. She managed to block off Alex’s attack with the Xavion Sword. The attack only managed to leave two dents onto her short blades. Yet, these two dents made the woman extremely enraged. With her aura growing more intense, she glared at Alex’s… sword.