The Invincible: Face His Wrath Novels & Stories

"Oh, Dante, you have no idea what you're up against. You think the title of mayor grants you invincibility? Allow me to shatter that illusion." Dirk's pent-up rage exploded like a raging inferno, consuming any remnants of mercy or restraint. He launched himself at Dante, his walking cane transformed into a weapon of vengeance. Each strike landed with bone-crushing force, shattering Dante's body and spirit. The room reverberated with the sickening sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing as Dirk's men stood guard, ensuring no one interfered.

"Also, he's only vicious against people like you." "He especially can't stand people like you who can't keep their word and try to kill us. So either kneel or die—now choose!" "Kneel?!" The punk spat. "Never! I will not be cowed—kill me all you want, but don't bother trying to humiliate me!" "Really?" Frank suddenly unleashed his power, and a bright light appeared around him, soon materializing into a dragon. It roared, unleashing a shockwave that knocked the punk and his friends off their feet, kicking up a sandstorm and blocked out the sun, as if it were a post-apocalyptic world!

He can get her into serious trouble. "I work here and my name is not Jes, it's Emily. You must be mixing me with someone else." Jes snapped at Nathan. "But if my memory serves me right then I think you must have forgotten your name Jes. Because there is no way in hell I can mix you with someone else." Nathan took a threatening step towards Jes but Jes did not cower away from his advances. 'You can do it!' Jes chanted inside her mind. Her stepfather had always taught her that if someone ever tries to intimidate you then don't cower away but attack him with all you have got.

The king's grip tightened, squeezing the life out of him, causing blood to spill from his mouth. "Forgiveness?" Alpha Malik's voice thundered with fury, his rage consuming him. "Hope she survives. Pray she didn't die, or else I will tear you apart piece by piece," Alpha Malik threatened, his words filled with venom. With relentless fury, Alpha Malik unleashed his wrath upon the helpless assassin, raining down blows upon him with the rod. Each strike intensified the pain, causing fresh streams of red to flow. The dungeon reverberated with the anguished cries of the captive, their torment forming a discordant symphony of suffering.

I laughed, “You made a wrong move, King Warrick. You just gave the spear to me.” “No!!! I didn’t!” he’s now infuriated and his face reddened in anger. He screamed, and it echoed throughout the place, and all the demon beasts also screamed. A strong aura emits from their body and they get stronger. I could feel everyone’s heavy breathing and low energy. That’s because of fighting nonstop. I saw Invictus had already transformed to his original form. He is a dark giant three-headed snake with dark red big eyes. His left eye tinted with silvery red like Damona’s eyes. Two horns are attached to only one head in between, and its fangs are sharp and big. And he has thick scales. He roared so loud a

Nobody would have any empathy with him. “Strip down to your underwear and get in the ring. You’re going to fight to the death, if you win … you can leave. If you lose, we’ll leave your body in some dumpster for whoever to find.” The men were all quiet in the gym and Goat started taking his clothes off. “You’ve always been Wrath’s little bitch,” Goat said as he faced Weasel in the ring. “Rather a little bitch than a snitch,” Weasel said and threw the first punch. Goat’s head snapped to the side and the roar of the men’s excitement reached new levels.

"He needs our help." Spitfire shook his head, his face contorted in concentration. "No. I can't do anything. Dickface is on his own." Ink hit the deck, rolling until he popped up in front of Hades. He wasted no words or time before pulling back his fist and punching Hades right in the face. The Black-fur stumbled back, his concentration broken as he fell. The energy he was wielding lost its carefully made shape and the Hex aura blasted out away from them.

Norwin replied with a sly grin, turning his gaze to Yash. "Mr. Yash Fabish, will you continue this futile stand?" With a deep exhale, Yash's eyes hardened with resolve. "I'll part with it only in death!" "So stubborn to the bitter end. Very well, I'll grant your wish," Norwin declared, signaling his command with a wave of his hand. "Attack! Show no mercy to the resisters!" In an instant, the Waker family's warriors sprang into action, each radiating an intense battle aura, even the least among them a seasoned martial general.

The invocate had nothing to grab on to and he glared at the fleeting shadow of Kerrigan, he screamed at his inability to exact revenge for his destroyed eye. I faced two faced two invocates alone on my side. I hadn’t been able to land a fatal blow but I had been pressuring both of them to keep their focus on me. That way my teammates could wreck more havoc against the remaining four invocates. They parried my attacks and tried their best to counter attack, but I was much faster than time. I paced the fight, retreating and advancing as I wished. It was intense and sparks flew off as their blades saved their vital spots from getting stabbed by me.

I barely had time to raise the Blade of the Unwritten to block the blow. The impact was deafening. The sound of our blades meeting wasn't a metallic clang; it was the sound of a scream. A shockwave of black and gold energy exploded from the point of contact, shattering the glass jars on the walls and sending thousands of tiny souls flying into the dark. I was thrown backward, my feet skidding across the obsidian floor. My arms were shaking from the sheer power of his strike. This wasn't the Rowan who protected me. This was the **Inverted Beast**—a creature made of pure hate and Elders' rot.