Invincible X Anissa Novels & Stories

The worse part was that he hadn't even stopped at just telling Dante to stop messing with his aunt, he even menaced to murder him. "We need to get you out of this city." Nate couldn't help but agree—that was not the avenue he wanted to continue upon this early in a new surrounding. "We need to get out now." "He could kill you, Nate." "I fucking know that Auntie, thanks." He snapped, annoyed that he hadn't been told all these things before even arriving to this city. He had never heard of anyone named Dante Hercules, his name sounded ridiculous anyway. Besides, he never even thought he would come across a mafia member, or an assassin, or a yakuza—honestly, all these terms were way too much fo

No one moved. Not fast enough and Lyall surged forward, my power exploding with him as I yelled, “NOW!” They all scrambled to their feet, one by one, almost tripping over themselves as greetings fell from their lips. Anisa just sat there, silent as she watched them. Her hands folded neatly on her lap. Her hair was pulled into an up do and stubborn tendrils that escaped from the bun framing her face. ‘Look at that long graceful neck,’ Lyall murmured like he was in a trance-like state. ‘So beautiful and exquisite. I can’t believe she’s ours.’

I spat bitterly. "No. That's not it." Anessa is smart. I give her that but I do not want her preying in my business. I flinch when I feel her hand on my arm. She gives me a horrified look. "What did they do to you?" She's Telepathic. With one touch she can get into ones head. "Talk to me Xavier. I'm your Sister." She pleads. I sigh staring into space. "Why did you come back?" She questioned.

Alisa Zakh slammed against me, knocking us to the ground. My ears rang with the blast of the gun fired so close, and I sucked in a quick breath and held it. Terror held me in its grip, and I did my best to break Zakh's fall. He was too large to buffer his drop to the ground. Combined with his tackle, the force of his taking the bullet Akim had aimed at me, and the sketchy stance I'd stood with as I tried to shrink out of my former fiancé's sight, I was on my ass. Flat on my ass, stunned by the juddering impact of being brought down.