The Invincible: Face His Wrath Novels & Stories

“Love makes me stronger.” Before she could reply, I lunged forward. My claws slashed through her shield, and she staggered backward. She screamed, dark fire spilling from her palms as she struck me across the chest. I felt the pain tear through me, but I didn’t stop. I caught her arm and slammed her into the ground. “This ends now!” “You think you can defeat me?” she hissed, rising again. “I’ve faced gods!” “Then face the wrath of a man who lost everything!”

If one was locked by his eyes, he would tremble and dare not move. However, the person he faced was Zephyr Khan, an Avenger, and a madman who was not afraid of anything. In order to kill Prince Yao, he would rather turn into a devil!

She punched me again. "Wrong answer!" My jaw started aching in the most painful way possible. "Talk you bitch!" I clamped my mouth shut and when she realized that I wont say anything, She started slapping and punching me across the face repeatedly. I'm pretty sure my face is unrecognizable by now. "Still not gonna talk?" She asked while grabbing my hair and pulled it back. "Go fuck yourself slut!" I spit in her face. "Well you asked for it." She threw my head back harshly and walked over to the table on the side and grabbed something from it that I could only make out as a small knife.

She glared at him, and despite being as weak as she was, she spat on his face. He let out a low growl before punching her in the face, not caring that her husband stood behind him. The Alpha went to attack the Lycan only to be beamed by what seemed to be an electric invisible beam. His eyes widened in surprise, and feeling his body weaken, the Alpha dropped to the ground for a few seconds, trying to regain his strength.

As he spun around to face him, a snarl twisted his face, the veins in his forehead protruding prominently and his teeth bared in a feral display of rage. “You should have kept out of my face. The last time I put Azrael in his place, I had spared you guys... But it seems no matter what are do, you invasive species will always find ways to stick your noses in my shit!” he shouted, taking an aggressive step towards the other guy. The others backed off quickly, exchanging uneasy glances, their expressions showing their alarm. “We are the members of the Black Eclipse Cartel!! Who do you think you are to disrespect our boss with those filthy words? We have killed people for less!!” The lead dude

He dispersed the Invincible Body Siddhi. Immediately, he felt all the pain of his injuries at once and collapsed to the ground. During the battle, he was almost completelypushed back by Tapio. Even the Thirteen Heavenly Swords were barely able to put a scratch on him. He would have been unable to withstand Tapio’s attacks if not for the Invincible Body Siddhi.

Preston shot Tara some looks, but she was too busy crying to notice his hints. "Preston Whitmore, what do you plan to do with your wife after she beat me up today?" Steeling himself, he grabbed Tara by the hair and lifted her up from the floor. He mercilessly slapped her while scolding her. "You should not have offended Jeanine, you stupid woman! This will teach you a lesson!" Tara's cheeks became swollen. Confused and terrified at Preston, who had never been this angry before, she cried and pleaded for mercy. However, Preston did not go easy on her. He stole glances at me while I enjoyed their little fight. I finally called for a stop when Tara's face was swollen beyond recognition.

the first few days at the assassins foundation flipped into her head. West didn't look back, he shot the two assassins that lunged towards him and the others froze in fear. None dared to make any move towards him. "Hey, come on! Come and stop me!!" He howled and released shots to the roof. "Are you going to stop me too? Come on, hate me all you want now!" He screamed at Sophia as she was crying silently. Some men broke into the room immediately and he exchanged bullets with them as he moved towards Sophia. He grabbed Sophia by the neck and told them not to come near or she will die.

A warlord's ego could not compare to the void that had taken up residence in my soul. We stood chest-to-chest, the silence between us vibrating like a taut wire. One second. Two seconds. Vance’s face began to turn angry. The veins in his neck bulged against his collar, his jaw muscles clenching so hard a small trickle of blood began to seep from his gums. He was pouring every single ounce of his lifetime of dominance into me, expecting the weak Omega girl to shatter, expecting me to weep and beg for mercy just like the wolves he had broken in the purges.

His face was pale, his clothes wrinkled, and fear was evident in his wide eyes. They forced him onto his knees in the center of the room before stepping aside, while Diago took his place beside me. The VIP room fell into an eerie silence. The man looked up nervously. "Mr. King, I..." Before he could finish, I stood up and stubbed my cigarette out in the ashtray on the table in front of me. My polished shoes clicked against the marble floor as I slowly approached him. Then without warning I punched him hard. A painful cry escaped his lips as my fist collided with his face. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he nearly collapsed to the floor.