The Invincible: Face His Wrath Novels & Stories

I declare in a hard voice. He looks at me in horror, “You can’t be serious. You’re kicking me out?! Over an Omega?!” He screams. “I’m banishing a pathetic wolf who turned on his own pack. Your duty as a warrior is to protect every member of your pack, not kill those you find unworthy, and I will not have scum like you tainting this pack. Evan Waters, I, Alpha Alden Dolivo, hereby banish you from the Invictus Pack,” I declare, as I push my Alpha Spirit forward. I watch as he clutches his head, screaming in anguish before dropping to the floor in a heap. No one said cleaning house would be easy, but it has to be done.

Yet, despite our contrasting backgrounds, there is one fundamental trait that binds us together: our unwavering refusal to show mercy to those who threaten our people. As one of my men opens the chamber door, I storm in with a fiery determination. Without hesitation, I deliver a forceful blow to the already battered face of the despicable captive. Punch after punch rains down upon him, relentless and unforgiving, until his skin splits open, blood pouring from his cheek and temple. His cries, screams, and desperate pleas for help fall upon deaf ears, for no one in that room possesses an ounce of mercy. Suddenly, a firm grip on my shoulder jerks me back to reality. It’s Marcus, his voice cutti

My legs buckled, and the moment I looked up, she slapped me across the face. "So, that's why you've been running your mouth. You're that trash's sister! No wonder you look like a pauper, just like her. And you've got the nerve to sneak into my villa. You really don't know your place! Pathetic wretch! What are you staring at?" The blow sent me sprawling to the ground. Then, Susan turned and signaled for Agnes to work the controls in her hand. At that very moment, the rope snapped. Harper plummeted from three stories up and hit the ground hard, blood gushing from her mouth.

He smirked, “You can’t blame me for wanting to see what is mine.” I stood and balled my fists, “I am not yours! I will never be yours! You might as well take me home now.” He stood in front of me, “You are mine. It doesn’t matter if there is a mate bond. You are mine. Get used to that, princess.” I growled, “I will not get used to that. I will not ever allow you to mark me or mate me. Simple. As. That.” Dune raised his hand and smacked me with a backhand swing. I nodded, “I don’t care how much you hit me. You will never break me. I dare you to try. I have kicked your ass a couple times now. I know I can do it again. Get out of here, NOW!” He smirked, “You will be mine and you will forget abo

🔫 "Player 13 is cornered by player 2! Let's see what this player got! Is she really worth the $100,000?" The man in black suit immediately opened his eyes when he heard the number 13. He glanced at the scene, the both of them looked like they were having a conversation. "Can't wait for this to be over soon." his hazel brown eyes was pinned on the big screen. Was it really worth it to put a bet on this girl? 🔫 "I won't make this long. Die, you bitch!" Eleonna was taken aback when the guy suddenly attacked him. Thank god for her fast reflexes to dodge his attack, or else she'll be lying on the ground with a cold body.

“This city has no lines anymore.” “You broke the balance.” “I exposed the rot.” “Give back what you stole.” Valentine laughed. Once. Soft. Disbelieving. “I didn’t steal shit,” she said. “I unlocked doors.” A growl rolled through the pack. “You think power makes you invincible.” “I know purpose makes me unstoppable.” The first lunge came fast. Claws and fury. She didn’t flinch. Power coiled around her like held breath finally released. The attack shattered mid-air. Shockwave cracked concrete. Lights exploded overhead.

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.

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.

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.”