Prisoner Invincible Novels & Stories

The doctor walks by me. "If there's anything you need, just call my secretary." I say, watching him open his briefcase. "Actually, Alpha. I would like to get started right away." He pulls out a list and hands it to me. "I need access to these prisoners." I grab his paper and read it. Two names stuck right out. "No. No fucking way. Anyone one else, but these two." The doctor folds his arms. "Cole Karver and Cain Brindle are the foundation for my profile. I'll need them to compare the innocent against."

If he was an invincibilis fighter, they were truly no match for him. Inferno read their minds and said, “It’s impossible that he’s an invincibilis fighter. I’ve looked into him before and he was just a perfect-class master fighter two months ago when he took part in the common world’s Martial Arts Cup! Our leader claimed that he is half a step away from invincibilis state now, so we’ll surely be able to kill him together!”

"This is Commander Price from the Battlestar Invictus stationed at the rear guard. We've got a Pirate offencive incoming and are severely outnumbered. We need immediate reinforcements or risk being overrun. Requesting all nearby units to assist. I am standing by....." And with that he released the squelch button on the horn. Now he could only wait and hope for a reply. He took a quick questioning look at Goradin as if he asked him who would answer. The young man could only shrug his shoulders and wait. Just before the Price had almost given up, the comm system crackled to life. "Commander Widman responding to Invictus. I've sent Bravo Squadron to assist you. Take good care of them, Commander

He shouted and still trying get off from being held on the chair. "Yes you should've, Sheriff but the thing is, you kept me alive and that's your big mistake, a very big mistake, Sheriff. You thought bars of jail could stop me? No, I have all the power to free myself without breaking a sweat. I can get myself out of a cage without being noticed. I'm a f*cking invincible man." He proudly emitted, spreading his arms wide. "I had a wonderful mind that could blow everyone's mind. It's just some easy peasy work, Sheriff. I move fast, unlike you." "You motherf*cker! Untie me and fight me like a man!" Tucker challenged him but he just laughed it of, sounded like he's wheezing for an air.

His corruption had developed from mere sociopathy to something that fed on pain as healthy alphas drew strength from protecting their packs. "Take me to the prisoners," he ordered through crystals that connected to dungeon levels where exceptional prisoners had been held for just such an emergency of crisis when conventional leverage had proven insufficient in the pursuit to achieve strategic objectives. Chamber doors opened for entry by guards who brought in three people whose presence would be psychological weapons against enemy adversaries who had so far proven resistant to normal military pressure. The first prisoner came in wearing the torn robes of a healer who, in her only crime, had

The driver hesitated before saying, "Mr. Lloyd, a beggar is blocking the road ahead." I forced my eyes open and saw a filthy, skeletal beggar with matted hair, grinning vacantly as she slapped at my window. I lowered it and tossed out a few bills. "Take this and buy yourself something to eat. Don't linger on the roadside. There's heavy traffic. It's dangerous." She wedged her hand against the window, still grinning foolishly. "I don't want money. I've got plenty. I'm the wife of Solaris Group's CEO."

“This prison wasn’t made by Vincent. I never met Vincent.” “T-then who?” I asked, my head throbbing. “The prison was made by a powerful person. You’ll meet that person soon, don’t worry. Oh, for your kind information. This prison has a special power. If you order it to do something to a person and that person is trapped inside the prison, it will do the work.” “What? I don’t—” My body stiffened as I felt something wet flow down my legs. I panicked and touched my leg. My eyes widened in horror when I realized it was blood.

The other person steps echoed through the room as she came around the chair and looked down at him. Air raised a brow. "What has you so tangled up?" she asked as she sat down opposite him. He contemplated not answering her, but in the end, he shrugged. "Allena and I had a fight." She snorted. "Oh, you had a fight with your captive prisoner. Color me surprised." Jonathan rolled his eyes. "She's not my prisoner." Air made a tsking noise. "You keep her marked so she can't leave. She's a prisoner."

Seth was not only furious with himself, but with the entire staff, specifically the head of the prison who approved the transfer of cells. Apparently, the man that attacked her was only in prison for a white collar crime so it understandable he was chosen to be her new cellmate. It simply shows no one ever knows the true darkness deep inside a person. Daisy didn't even know his name. If it was mentioned briefly, she refused to listen and was reluctant to ask, feeling it would make him feel more of a human. It should be impossible for any other human do what he did to her. He was a monster, plain and simple.

Prisoner two-zero-zero-one ...... "As long as you're here, you are no Declan Oliver, you would be referred as Prisoner two-zero-zero-one. Do you understand?" I ignored the question, continuing my descent to a place I would then start to call home for the time being. Getting deep in thoughts, the officer stopped abruptly, making my forehead connect to his rough and musky smelling uniform. "Are you listening to me kid? When I ask you something, you answer, got it?" Pitch raised, he asked without turning his back.