The Invincible: Face His Wrath Novels & Stories

"Motherfucker!" ...

Two of them started toward me, their hands already reaching for their weapons, which was understandable, because I didn't exactly look like I was there to shake hands with their master and smile. I looked like what I was: fucking pissed off and ready to spill blood. "Sir…" one of them began. "Move," I growled, not slowing down. The men exchanged a glance, debating whether to follow protocol or trust their instincts. One of them moved to stand in my way. "I'm sorry, Alpha Wrath, but you'll have to…" I grabbed the imbecile by the shirt and shoved him aside. He pitifully crashed into a stone pillar, groaning and losing consciousness.

His muscles coiled with tension, every nerve primed for the imminent clash that was about to unfold. The attack was sudden and fierce, a whirlwind of teeth and claws that clashed in the dead of night. The air was filled with snarls and growls, a symphony of violence that painted the darkness in shades of crimson. Ethan fought with a primal ferocity, his instincts guiding every move, every strike. He was wounded, blood seeping from his side, but his determination burned brighter than the pain.

” He paused, letting the implication sink in. “They are not simply more powerful warriors, Your Majesty. They are something else entirely. They are Death made manifest, an unstoppable tide meant to sweep away everything that stands in the way of eternal shadow. This is the Great Uprising, Derek. The one we have been preparing for, the one Saraphina has prophesied for generations. The true enemy has revealed itself, and it is far more insidious, far more devastating, than any pack war.” The words hit me like a physical blow. Invincible. Death made manifest. Layla’s struggles, the chilling blackness that had tainted her eyes, the prophecy of two champions—one torn, one willing—it all flooded b

And there's no stopping it now. The storm is coming.

“And today, we will start our journey of saying no to them.” “Yeah!” they shouted. “They're three times larger, and so?” “And so?” they shouted. “They shoot poisonous water darts from their bodies.” “And so?” “They will flood the world with their powers.” “And so?” “Today!” I growled. “Be fearless. Be ruthless. Be the true warrior you were born to be!” “Yeah!!” they all shouted. Since the dead morale was now back alive, I could continue with my own job. I walked close to the middle, and Neptune also came close with some of his men. Akira and Nyx were beside me. Nicholas was behind me.

The whole of him now seemed off, his eyes turning crimson from a brooding chill, the glow in his eyes like an uncontrolled beast. I was genuinely scared, but I couldn't move, nor could I make a sound; I could only watch him, step by step, advancing towards me. As he's about to fling the belt in his hand at me, like a raised long whip, A punch suddenly burst through the air and hit him straight in the face. Jared had no time to avoid it, took a direct hit, tilted his head, and rammed into the wall. "Beast, finally showing your true colors."

“My blood is making you feel invincible, and if you act upon it, it’ll endanger us both.” Invincible. Really? Woah. The word hummed in my veins, vibrating through every fibre of my being. He was right—I did feel invincible, like I could tear through the walls, like the world was too small to contain the power coursing through me. The strength was intoxicating, dangerously so. But his warning pulled me back, grounding me, reminding me of the razor-thin line I was walking. “There’s a shifter army outside,” he continued, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he could already hear them closing in. “We have a few minutes before they get here.”

“It was still special you have to admit.” I bit back a smile. “Don’t do that, let it out. You have a beautiful smile.” His features turned stern as if his statement was law and I was obliged to obey him. He let his rough hair rest on my cheek before tracing my bottom lip. I swallowed the lump in my throat. I’d forgotten about Rhoda and her hostility. This man should have rejected me when he found out we were fated. I’m not from his pack and I’m a slave. It’s complicated for him but he didn’t. I can’t steal from him. Not again.

The strong wind from Thor's weather-controlling power whips her long hair against her face as she chants furiously. I look around me again and begin to understand. Apart from the three Howells, who are determined not to leave my side, everyone else is busy fighting off the fresh wereapes and hybrids the witch is bringing in. Thor has told me on several occasions that no one is invincible. Even as a Lycan, I'll always need protection since I don't have eyes at the back of my head. Now he's standing alone, fighting with no one watching his back. "Thor!" I shout his name, but my human voice is not loud enough to go above the mighty growls and howls going on around us.