Other Words For Invincible Novels & Stories

“My blood is making you feel invincible, and if you act upon it, it’ll endanger us both.” Invincible. Really? Woah. The word hummed in my veins, vibrating through every fibre of my being. He was right—I did feel invincible, like I could tear through the walls, like the world was too small to contain the power coursing through me. The strength was intoxicating, dangerously so. But his warning pulled me back, grounding me, reminding me of the razor-thin line I was walking. “There’s a shifter army outside,” he continued, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he could already hear them closing in. “We have a few minutes before they get here.”

It is said that if a person is cheap, he is invincible, Edward; you are already invincible in the world! "You don't have the right to see her again; you don't deserve it!"

Not shouted, not screamed, but spoken like steel hammered into unbreakable shape. United. Unstoppable.

Strength is not the absence of pain. It is the ability to carry it. --- Until the weight becomes too much. --- Until something cracks. --- And even then— --- You keep going. --- Elena Voss had always been strong. --- Unbreakable, they called her. --- Relentless. --- Precise. --- Untouchable. --- But they had never seen her like this. --- Not as a leader. --- Not as a strategist. --- Not as a weapon.

I said and mother nodded while eyeing my necklace. “I know you have it,” she said while smiling. Azrael cleared his throat and said, “Can I ask a question?” Mother and I looked at him and nodded. “What is it?” I asked. “Who is Invictus?” I looked at my mother and she nodded at me to go on. I released a sigh and said shortly, “Invictus is the Lord of the Beasts.” ~~~~ Third Person's POV

Kate says in an effort to divert the morbid course of their conversation. “What’s that?” “Oh, it’s a poem by a British poet – I forget who. Invictus is Latin for ‘unconquered’ and the poem’s most famous lines are the last two: ‘I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.’ ” “I am the master of my fate…” Nate echoes. “Whoa! I like that. I’ll definitely Goggle that later. What’s the title again?” “Invictus.” “Invictus…” Nate scribbles the word in his notebook.

Zayn bowed respectfully when walked into the hall. When his words died away, a deep, resonant voice came from the palace saying, “Zayn Larson.” “Yes, Your Majesty!” Zayn immediately bowed lower. In that instant, Zayn felt like he was meeting a god. Such unbeatable fighters were also known as invincibilis. What did invincibilis mean? Could it be that the person was so invulnerable that he was practically a god? Zayn could not confirm that.

They chanted. “I'm not going to play around with words and tell you that it's going to be easy, because it won't. The enemy is not a normal one. As despicable as they are, they are strong and they will not falter. You must be like steel, unbreakable! You must be quick like the wind, decisive like your wolf. Follow your gut and attain Victory! “Aye!” “Fight, not just for your lives, fight for your family, fight for your pack, fight for your honour!”