The Invincible: Face His Wrath Novels & Stories

I screamed as I lunged. Ivar laughed, a laugh full of contempt, as if he thought it impossible that I would be a real threat. He tried to dodge, but I wasn't just a woman fighting. I was the companion of an Alpha and a Beta. The connection I shared with Perseus and Achilles allowed me to pull their strength, their speed. And that's why my punch hit his face with devastating force.

of the Fight Essential of the Invincible Fighting Method, Ding Hao instantly locked the Metallic Mantis that was soaring toward the blood-red light ball in the air, appeared in front of the Golden Mantis, and avoided the deadly attack. The "Invincible Being" move could enable its user to lock the enemy and instantly appear in front of the enemy by a Flash Move. This move was supposed to be used for long-distance chase and attack. It was very dangerous for Ding Hao to use this move to avoid the chase and attack by the Golden-scale Blood Crocodile and the Demon Saint with a snake's body and a dinosaur's head. However, the move achieved an unexpected wonderful effect and saved his life. The Gol

At that moment, she acknowledged that her opponent was a transcendent powerhouse and that it would be difficult to withstand the attacks. Thea pondered, ‘Who is he?’ At that moment, Divine Marius, Taichu, and Emperor Zdravko were astonished and held their breath in surprise. The eight Spiritual Saints immediately knelt and bowed in reverence as if catching hold of their lifeline. “How can someone like you withstand my Thunderflame Wrath? Kneel and apologize, then I might consider sparing your life.” A powerful voice came from the void, sending chills down everyone’s spine.

Third POV : Evangelina cowered in fear as his wolf made his sudden appearance. The widely feared beast better known as Invictus- the bearer of evils was talking to her. This was the first time his wolf had contacted her. His pale orbs were now overflowing with molten lava, threatening to swallow her whole. She whimpered and lowered her gaze to the ground. Now that he had pointed it out, she could feel the power surging through her. Her wolf was awake. She was back.

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.

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.

"They will swarm you. They will use their numbers, their hierarchy, and their cheap political tricks to crush you. If you cannot handle three elite beta warriors in my ring, you will never survive the summit when you return." Before I could even settle into a defensive stance, Vance raised his hand. "Begin." The three warriors didn't hesitate. They moved as a synchronized pack, splitting up instantly to flank me. The largest warrior—a brute named Torin—charged straight down the center, his massive, calloused fists aiming a crushing strike toward my jaw. I ducked beneath his blow, my sneakers slipping slightly on the fresh snow, but as I pivoted to strike his exposed ribs, the second warrior

I choked out, my eyes glowing a solid, terrifying violet, "he’s... he’s pouring everything into this strike." I looked through the shimmering dome, I could see the Sol Invictus clearly now, Kaelen was standing on the prow, his hair a halo of white fire, his hands outstretched as he funneled his very life force into the cannon, he looked like a god of destruction, his face twisted into a mask of Red Rage, he wasn't trying to capture me anymore, he was trying to burn the "stain" of my betrayal out of the world. ‘Give it back, Mother,’ the child urged, the cold spark in my gut turning into a whirlpool, ‘he wants the fire? Show him how it feels when it’s cold.’

In this moment, he set himself to take the pressure to the individual officers who were duty-bound to answer to his challenge. ''And what says you inspector Miriam?'' Williams asked, setting the floor for Miriam who was poised to make things right. ''Have you marshalled your force to capture Jack wherever he is. That beast is still roaming free. It's a shame!'' Miriam sat up and set to launch into a furious speech, but then, she held back her emotions and, instead, applied some logic in her approach.