Oliver Dies Invincible Novels & Stories

“Yes, Alpha Loren?” “I'd like for you to leave me and Oliver while we…spar.” Vincent’s eyes bounced from me to father, his throat bobbing. Then, he bowed once more, catching my eyes with his blue ones, before leaving. I was left with the alpha of Valeras, and a slight smirk on his face. “You should consider growing your hair out, Oliver,” Father walked past me, dropping just a bit to pick the blade Vincent had thrown earlier at me. He held the dark-steel, the blade looking ridiculous in contrast to his large hands.

"But in another version of events—in a timeline that no longer exists—I died. And so did you, Ollie." I felt her hand tremble in mine as she said those words. Watched our son's face go pale as he processed what his mother had just revealed. "I died?" Ollie asked, his voice small. "How?" Lumina knelt in front of him, taking his small hands in hers. "You got sick, baby. Your heart stopped working right. And in that other timeline, we didn't catch it in time. You collapsed in the town square and—" her voice broke slightly, "—and you died in my arms."

Princess Death Row kept Olivia alive after she was injured. It was a miracle that Olivia was still alive to this day, but the young woman didn’t want to keep on living after losing her daughter and her best friend. There were nights where Olivia contemplated suicide inside her prison cell. After a few weeks passed, Olivia’s desire of wanting to kill herself morphed into wanting to avenge the death of her daughter. Olivia planned her prison escape for weeks.

Elira cupped her chin, forcing her to meet her eyes. “Liv. I know this is unbearable. I know it feels cruel. But that’s why you’re here, to choose.” “What choice?” Olivia whispered, almost choking. Her mother took her hands. “You can save your child.” Her father stepped beside her. “You can end the oath forever.” Olivia swallowed hard. “How?” Elira spoke the words slowly, each one dropping like a stone in water, “You must die.” Olivia’s knees buckled. The world shook. “No,” she whispered. “No, you can’t, no. That’s not a choice. That’s a death sentence.”

She looked from one face to the other. "What happened?" Cole lowered his eyes, pretending to struggle for the right words. "Our Alpha... Is gone." Lilith blinked. "What?" Ria's lips curved into a slow smile. "Oliver is dead." She dropped the words carelessly, clicking her tongue in irritation as if even mentioning Oliver's name disgusted her. The world stopped... For several long seconds long seconds, Lilith simply stared at them. Her lips parted slightly. "No." The word escaped almost soundlessly. "No..."

He paced restlessly in my chest, both of us torn between the instinct to protect and the helplessness of knowing there was no fixing this for her. Olivia’s voice wavered as she spoke, a eulogy that was both heartfelt and brave. Her words painted her mother as the cornerstone of her life, the source of her strength and compassion. I had always admired Olivia’s resilience, but standing there, listening to her bare her soul to our Packs, I felt something settle within me. She was extraordinary, and I had been an idiot for not acknowledging it sooner. As the service ended and the crowd began to disperse, I stayed with Olivia. She didn’t look at me, her gaze fixed on the fresh mound of earth wher

Olive uttered and stopped midway, facing Nick. “W-Wha-ugh!” Blood splashed from Nick’s chest to Olive’s face like a squashed tomato. “I lied.” She whispered grimly. “You’ll not be the reason of my downfall.” Olive pulled her knife out and the blood splashed like a newly opened faucet. Nick looked at her for the last time before receiving another deep stab and collapsing on the cold floor. Olive took her knife and wiped her face. Suddenly, the door opened and the Elite Forces barged in with some High Members.

With a mixture of amazement and incredulity, the rebels who had survived the slaughter and were still standing glanced at Anna. Oliver was lying at her feet, immobile and broken. His burnt body stood out sharply against the blood-soaked ground below, and his once-imposing figure had now collapsed into a crumpled heap. He was not yet dead, but he was very nearly so. His chest rose and fell in weak, irregular spasms, and his breaths were shallow.

Oliver was un-phased. “Quick on the draw as always. But still so utterly stupid!” Oliver shouted, standing himself. He grabbed his Desert Eagle off the table. Lucas watched carefully as he did so, however Oliver pointed it at his own head rather than at Lucas or Emma. “I’m fucking invincible!” He pulled the trigger and the gun fired into the side of his head. Lucas and Emma were both stammering holding there ears. “Whoo! That’s always a rush! Carbon fiber infused skull. Fuckin’ hurts still, but not like a bullet through the head.” Lucas looked over at Emma who was still holding her ears, but otherwise looked fine. He looked back towards Oliver. A million thoughts swimming through his head, a