Prisoner Invincible Novels & Stories

Austin seized the opportunity to break free. He stumbled a few steps away from Brian. The sudden turn of events silenced the bustling hall. All the prisoners were dumbfounded. They wondered if they were dreaming. Brian had unleashed his ultimate move, The Python Trap. Yet, the battle wasn't over. One should know that the inmates in The Grave Prison were no saints. Many of them were experienced fighters. Only three people in this building could rival Brian. Even those few wouldn't have been able to handle Brian's Python Trap as effortlessly as Austin had.

The rider alighted and opened the carriage as humans in prison clothes came down. I was not a bad person. I had a code— I did not kill innocent people but these humans were the scums of the earth. The one that I had chosen was a sexual abuser with more than 14 rape cases and had killed every of his victims. He even assaulted his cell mate and that made him my target. I would be doing the world a favor when I actually got rid of these dirtbags. The announcer asked us to move to the starting point as he let the prisoners go and without thinking they all ran into the woods.

I instructed Peter, my voice barely above a whisper. The head of security nodded once. He stepped out through the heavy metal door, pulling it shut and sealing us inside the quiet, windowless cell. Silence settled over the freezing space. The prisoner lifted his head, his wide eyes darting around the room before finally landing on my face. He recognized the man standing in front of him. He saw the black sling holding my injured arm, a direct consequence of the violence he had helped orchestrate on the tarmac just hours prior.

And then the Prisoner roared, using his body like a weapon, flinging Killian backward into the crypt wall hard enough to crack stone. As Killian staggered up, ribs screaming, the Prisoner lifted Daryl to his feet fully. His body moved with inhuman precision, silver light spilling from the cracks in his skin like molten steel. The skeletal monks halted mid-strike, as though bowing before him. And through his mouth, the Prisoner declared: “This flesh is mine. This blood is mine. And with it, I will break the world’s spine.” The guild froze. Harlow’s sword wavered.

Sterling nodded his head, “Yes, I think he is too far ahead of us. He could have told us about his plan but he did not. He could have told me never mind you father. We have interacted many times and I thought I used to trust him but now I am not so sure.” The king nodded his head and said as he let the baby hold his finger, “Aldridge found him in a prison cell. I oversaw the case. He brutally killed twelve men who kidnapped children for ransom and when the family could not payout, these children were killed. Shawn was once a knight served at the borders so he has the capabilities to do what he does. Say, do you have proof that Aldridge is alive?” Sterling shook his head, “No I do not, why do

I rushed to the dungeon in the lower part of the pack house, and as soon as I opened the door, I saw the young woman, barely conscious and weak, on the verge of death. "Guards, take this prisoner out of here, bathe her, dress her in clean clothes, and when she wakes up, call me immediately!" I ordered firmly, and they all nodded. When the guard unlocked the cell, she opened her eyes and stammered: "Thank you… alpha." She tried to smile, even in her weakened state. She could still hear our conversation. At that moment, I didn’t hesitate. I approached her and placed my hands firmly around her neck, gripping tightly, making her completely terrified, my eyes glowing red with rage, my wolf restle

If you need anything, I'm here to help! Everyone gave me encouragement and support. With that powerful backing, I had my injuries re-examined and filed an appeal. The countless needle marks across my body and the knife scars along my lower torso were still visible even after all that time, and when the doctors saw the patchwork of wounds, they gasped. Finally, with overwhelming evidence, the Court of Appeals handed down its verdict: Claire was sentenced to 11 years. Later, I heard she was bullied daily by her cellmates in prison.

I uttered to him. “ yeah I know some prizes are meant to be cherished but not this one instead she’s met to be prisoned so I wouldn’t lose it. So my dear friend she’s my prize, my prisoner and I tend to do what I see fit to her just me” I added making him look at me with amusement laced in his eyes. “ Ok Dominic, I believe you always know what you are doing” he muttered to me. “Sure Darren” And with that he took his leave and I could only stare at the person lying unconscious.

“Even if you try to fight me, I have endless ways to send you back to Silver Prison. I heard some guy there tried to assault you? Shame you fought him off.” My heart lurched. How did she know about that? Could all those deliberate cruelties in Silver Prison be tied to her? Jessica had already turned to leave. My body shook as I tried to follow, but after only a few steps, something warm trickled from my nose. One, two, three drops. I reached up to stop it, but the blood kept pouring, staining the white gown red. My strength drained out with it, and I collapsed hard onto the floor. …

We examine the colors closely as Maximus and the government liaison continue arguing. Indeed there are some of these prisoners whose auras showed completely black. They are so far gone and evil that there will be no more saving them. However upon closer inspection some of them still have color. One in particular doesn't have any black at all. For a moment, my gaze is drawn to the pure beauty of the aura and I find myself taking and involuntary step forward when a hand on my arm stops me. looking at Maximus I realize that he and the liaison seem to be waiting for an answer to something. Let them all stay.