Prisoner Invincible Novels & Stories

She needed him by her side. Bruno spoke with Sondra's parents, believing they had the right to know what was happening with their daughter. "Thank you for informing us. I knew Sondra would end up in trouble sooner or later. We will travel there to see her case, although I don't think there's much we can do. It's clear that she's involved," Bruno said. Emma listened in silence, tears streaming down her face. After all, Sondra was her daughter. Meanwhile, in a prison in Milan, the redhead couldn't believe her luck. She was confined in that prison where the majority of inmates were there due to drug-related issues.

She wanted to ask why someone as successful as Damien Blackwood carried so much pain. But she didn't. Some wounds, she realized, couldn't be opened by curiosity alone. She quietly lay back against the pillow. Outside, the rain continued to fall. Beside her, Damien's breathing gradually became slower and steadier. Within minutes, he had fallen asleep. Cynthia remained awake a little longer, staring into the darkness. She thought he's an arrogant man, but each passing day revealed someone entirely different. A lonely man. A man who carried invisible scars. A man who smiled so rarely that she wondered if he even remembered how.

Dozens of them, detailing every aspect of the dungeon operations. My fingers found the one I wanted. The incident report from a few hours ago. Prisoner 247 attacked Prisoner 891 in the labor yard. Prisoner 891 defended himself. Prisoner 247 deceased from injuries sustained. Cause of death: broken neck and severe head trauma. But that dry, clinical description did not capture what actually happened. I had spoken to the guards who witnessed it. Heard their accounts of how my brother moved faster than should have been possible, hit harder than any omega could, killed the strongest fighter in my dungeon with his bare hands.

"The second overlord of the prison is confined in the Infinite Prison on the third underground level. His entire body has been mechanically modified, and he's also known as the Demon Muscleman!" "The first overlord of the prison is even more extraordinary. He's known as the Dominator. He's the strongest creature on land! He possesses the strongest muscles ever recorded in human history, and his one punch carries the force of ten thousand pounds!" "And the warden is the strongest person in this prison! He's a Savant Grandmaster and a retired overseas special forces Warrior King. He once single-handedly repelled the joint attack of the Dominator and the Demon Muscleman!" Before they could fini

“We’ll call a doctor. We’ll figure this out. We’re gonna fight this.” But Brielle didn’t move. She just stood there—hand on her stomach, her name finally her own again—realizing that some prisons weren’t made of walls or rings or contracts. Some were made of biology. Some were growing inside her. To be continued...

the prisoner called out. He didn’t reply rather continued on his way until he was stood very close to the iron bars of the cage. “What new ways have you invented this time?” the prisoner mocked, “Do you think you can outdo the previous one? The blonde with the yellow teeth?” “I’ll call you razor.” Victor spoke. Razor's face scrunched up, “Razor?” Razor’s face was hardly recognizable, cuts and bruises decorated it and his left eye was swollen.

And when silence failed— He escalated. Not wildly. Not cruelly. Precisely. Pain introduced with intent. Removed before death. Applied again. Controlled. I had seen battle. I had seen war. This was different. There was no adrenaline here. No clash of steel. Just inevitability. The man broke after less than an hour. And what he gave us— Was disappointing. “We only answer to him,” the prisoner gasped. “Name,” Valerius said. “Torren.”

The warrior finally got back up and gave me a hard punch in my stomach ,shit that hurts i growl in pain . "Your lucky I'm been tied up" i said as i spat on his face ,and in return he slaps me hard in the face ,making me mad ,no one slaps me in the face ,my legs suddenly moved and wrapped around his neck and strangle him hard until he passes out"while i was still bounded. "You killed him" says the prisoner in from of me . What the fuck just happened right now, i know i didn't lift my legs up intentionally .

Mason told me the only reason they have a kitchen is for when the vampire king has human guests around. We lie to the guards, saying it's time for Mom to eat. “Hi, Mason. How are you doing today?” the guard in front of the dungeon says. Luckily, Mason’s good friends with him. He’ll allow me to enter without making a fuss. “I’m doing well. How are you doing, Sam?” Mason asks. “I’m good. You must be here to give the prisoner in cell 201 her food.” “Yes.” “Open the tray,” he says, and Mason does as he asks. He checks the tray for sharp objects. Once he’s sure that there is none he clears us to go in.