Prisoner Invincible Novels & Stories

Peterson gasped. “I am lieutenant Nina Scorne.” The leader said. These are my prodigies. The redhead is Tina Axel, and the blond is Marina Croft fire. “It’s an honor to work with Valkyries Angela said. Do not father yourself. We are only here to clean your mess. Tina said. ‘You shall bolster the defenses of this prison whole the lieutenant and her subordinates purse the cambion.’ The high council said. “But high council how will we find them?” “Bring me something that the prisoner held,” Maxine told him.

Hannah was banging the cold cell, calling for the guard's attention. "Miss Wilson, its time for everyone to shut thier eyes. if I were you, I will keep my mouth shut or you will suffer in trouble again." The guard reminded her of the days that she first came into the prison. Back then she hadn't fully recovered with the gunshot in her leg yet she was forced to face the charges from the Stanford family together with Mike in court. The verdict come out and they were sentenced 10 years in prison.

Soon, fear took over, and they turned to flee, abandoning the remaining prisoners to their fate. I couldn’t stand by and watch them die. Fueled by rage and defiance, I pushed past the guards and charged into the inferno. I had never expected to find another werewolf inside, risking their life for slaves. Least of all, a girl like Hilary. But the guards had already retreated in fear, leaving only a few prisoners inside—unconscious from the smoke. One of them was a young man. He was tall and fair, his face smeared with blood and ash. He had collapsed, barely breathing, as I dragged him from the burning dungeon. His features had been unrecognizable in the chaos, but now—staring at Jack—a though

The prisoner was tied to a reinforced post hammered deep into the frozen soil. He was older than me—maybe thirty—with a face that had known too many knives and not enough kindness. Cloaked in tattered rebel garb, dried blood flaking from the corners of his lips, his pride was the only thing still intact. Barely. One eye swollen shut. Nose broken. Fingers trembling. But his mouth? Still running. “You... you’re just a girl—” Ah. There it was. That beautiful sentence. That age-old symphony of underestimation.

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.

"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.

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.