Is Invincible A True Story Novels & Stories

The captain just continued to stare at the strange mass, unable to believe or comprehend what he was looking at. The enemy destroyers, their captains in a panic at the new development, rapidly accelerating away with all the speed they could muster towards the horizon. Sorte neither noticed nor particularly cared anymore. His prayer, for the first time in his life, had been answered. The Invictus, far above, had burned right through Picus' atmosphere, dropping rapidly. Its hull glowed red by the friction of the thick planetary atmosphere, leaving behind a wall of fire dozens of meters high. "Altitude hundred five thousand and falling like a rock!" sounded through the CIC.

"Because my body is invulnerable to all poisons." "Invulnerable to all poisons?' Moriri's body trembled. She glared at Darryl with shock. Invulnerability to all poisons existed only in the legends. According to the legend, only those powerful enough to reach the Infinite Zen Level could have a body with invulnerability to all poisons. Nonetheless, it was less than a handful of people who could surpass the ninth grade and reach Comprehension. No people had reached the Infinite Zen Level in the recent thousand years.

The grip tightened once again on my arm and I swear I was going to lose circulation. “What happened when you were kidnapped – tell me” control coursed through my veins and I gritted my teeth, the tears finally escaping my eyes. “We had… we had moments” “What moments?” “I was in heat Felix” I said, my voice shaking. His eyes widened and his hand left my arm. He stumbled up the stairs, not giving me a second glance. XXX I locked my door, trying to breath normally again. My dad had told me about heat when I was younger even though it almost never happened. Yet, here was MY mate and her stupid kidnapper and she was in heat.

She had stayed until the ambulance came, hidden in the shadows as they rushed him away. And now, not up to 24 hrs, he was on every headline. Adrian Blackwood, the billionaire who had survived an impossible escape. The press wanted his story. The world wanted his words. But he had refused. Turned down every interview. Rejected every media request. She had seen him on the news earlier—walking out of the hospital, ignoring reporters, his movements steady despite the injury. There had been something about the way he carried himself, something almost… untouchable.

This time, Evilasius was utterly furious and his anger was almost as violent as a volcanic eruption! Evilasius was an invincibilis powerhouse. The so-called invincibilis literally meant that he had already surpassed the limits of mankind and was already invincible. They had an instinctual feeling of terror like a rat’s fear of cat or a hen’s fear of an eagle. All the fighters under invincibilis state were absolute weaklings in the presence of an invincibilis powerhouse. They had no idea why the leader Evilasius would be so furious out of nowhere.

With a face full of grief, I swung the club in a wide arc and brought it down on Violet's calf with brutal force. "He's a fake heir, and you're the real daughter! You'd betray your own parents for some outsider? You've been possessed by a demon!" I kept swinging, shouting my heartbreak with every strike. "Vi, we share the same blood—hurting you hurts me too! But for this family, for the Sanders name, I'm taking care of this villain today! I have to wake you up! A family that stands together thrives! We have to cut out the cancer!"

He sounded more exhausted then anything. She shook her head with certainty. "No, it wasn't your fault. I heard rumours in the break room. I know what happened." Well, she didn't learn about Seth defending her honour from the rumours. Daisy really doubted he turned into a real life hulk and flipped tables onto the prison officers for just looking in his direction. Green skin and everything apparently. Yeah, it was extremely unlikely. Nate and Levi were also sick of the rumours so they, not so nicely, asked a prisoner what had happened. He stopped boasting about how he survived a blood thirsty Seth and instead told them about the prison officers provoking him into fighting back and brutal beat

she said quietly, “this place destroyed them.” Sophia blinked. “That doesn’t make sense.” “They were nobodies back then.” Sophia frowned. “What happened?” Marissa leaned against the brick wall. “There was a competition that night,” she said. “A startup event. Tech investors, entrepreneurs, big money.” Sophia listened carefully. “Luke, Duke, Kyle, and Dru had just built their first version of the app that made them billionaires.” Sophia’s eyes widened slightly. “They came here to celebrate?” Marissa shook her head.

Sienna looked at Matty and said indifferently, “In fact, I’ve also heard about this incident, and it’s the real version of the event. Do you want to hear it?” Matty nodded repeatedly. “Yes!” “The real version is like this. The partner who was eager to save the hostages got his identity as an undercover agent exposed, so he suffered inhumane torture. All of his tendons and hamstrings were cut off, and he was tortured to the point where there was no unharmed skin on his body. He didn’t say a word and he didn’t betray his partner until the end. He simply resigned to his fate and died an upright man.

The night my girlfriend, Lesley Cohen—whom I've financially supported for years—officially announces her relationship with Archie Gould, the System determines that I have failed my mission and strips me of my "saint's heart". From that moment on, I stop caring about her future and focus entirely on my career, eventually landing a spot among the Fortune 500. However, once I withdraw all financial support, Lesley confronts me with tearful eyes. "You always said that loving someone means giving them everything they want or need without asking for anything in return!" I'm baffled. She is the one who finds my money filthy, so why is she suddenly being so calculating about it now?