The Invincible: Face His Wrath Novels & Stories

A roar tears from my throat before I even realize it, echoing through the throne room like thunder. “Shut your damn mouth!” I command, my voice reverberating as if forged from raw steel. My fists move before my mind can stop them, and the impact of my punch is so fierce I feel the bones in his face crack beneath my strength. Drave collapses like dead weight, unconscious but still alive.

​"What is the bait?" ​I smiled, a cold, predatory expression that felt entirely appropriate for the moment. "Vos is an opportunist. He’ll never stop fighting the battle. We need to force him to fight the war. We need to give him the only thing that could actually stop the project: A piece of history more valuable than a flowerpot." ​"Like what?"

Her lips trembled, but not with fear, with fury. Then, without a moment’s hesitation, she spat directly into Jace’s face. Time froze. I stopped mid-charge. Jace reeled back in shock, his eyes blinking rapidly as the spit dripped down his cheek. The entire hall went silent. Even I couldn’t believe it. She wasn’t just bold. She was fearless. Defiant. In front of an Alpha. In front of the council. Rogues were known to be desperate, shameless, willing to throw away their pride for a scrap of mercy. But she? She was something else. Something more. The fire in her eyes made her look like a warrior queen, not a rejected outcast.

“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!”

She handed her card with her chin up like a distinguished guest. "Sorry Ma'am, this invite is not legit". She blew her top. Her nerves had been in a wreck the whole trip and now this? "You stupid misfits what do you mean my invite is not legit? You had better let me in. Who do you think you are? Do you know that I can have you fired and your sorry beings thrown out of the country? Get out of my face right now" People were starting to crowd the entrance to see what the commotion was all about.

“Astrid, the untouchable warrior, throwing herself at our feet. If only your people could see you now.” He took another step, reaching out toward me— My body moved before I could stop it. My hand shot out, gripping his wrist in a vice-like hold. My nails dug into his flesh, my voice low and ice-cold. “Touch me,” I murmured, “and I will break every bone in your worthless body.” His eyes widened for a split second before Scarface let out a bark of laughter. “Still got some fight left in her.” He grinned. “We’ll see how long that lasts.”

They chanted. “I'm not going to play around with words and tell you that it's going to be easy, because it won't. The enemy is not a normal one. As despicable as they are, they are strong and they will not falter. You must be like steel, unbreakable! You must be quick like the wind, decisive like your wolf. Follow your gut and attain Victory! “Aye!” “Fight, not just for your lives, fight for your family, fight for your pack, fight for your honour!”

As clear as crystal. [You scared me to death.] I let the pain in my quivering voice brush against the wall of his mind and he let me in. He let me feel the emotions overwhelming him at that moment. His head was like a storm, ready to destroy anything that was in his path and the only desire I felt in him was to kill Irina and his minions. Evander didn’t respond to me but I understood. I understood that wrath was eating him as he ignored the pain of the bullet wound and went straight to the necks of the two werewolves that lunged towards us.

He collapsed, thrashing. Draven's massive form dominated the center, violet eyes flashing as he crushed a wolf's skull under his paw. Rebels rallied around him, their snarls a chorus of defiance. I moved to his side, blade flashing to block an attack aimed at his rear. The invader's eyes widened in recognition, but I struck first, the edge biting into its neck.

To be invincible is what is needed to continue living in spite of everything that has happened. There is no room for weakness in the face of these scoundrels, especially in the face of Don Patricio..