What Happened To William In Invincible Novels & Stories

Vane would’ve known she didn’t want to be touched like that. She hated herself for thinking it. But even that wasn’t enough to stop the echo of his voice in her mind. William was the one good thing left. Kind. Steady. Human. A thread back to a life that felt almost real. But even he saw it unraveling. “You still feel him, don’t you?” he asked. She couldn’t lie. Not to him. So she didn’t answer. And now William was bleeding. Not dead—But changed. Wounded with precision. A message carved in pain.

Thus, it makes it hard for those people to bully them even though they're already orphans. "Maybe she really has," William assured. They were about to eat when they heard a loud noise outside their house. Both Natasha and William are bewildered. "What the heck?" William said when someone knocked on their door. "What's your problem, people? Don't you guys know how to knock?!" He added angrily. William stood in front of his sister as he was trying to protect her. There is a group of men who entered their house, and they were wearing military uniforms.

The moment he saw me covered in blood beside the ambulance, his eyes went red. Then he saw William next to me and did not ask a single question. He lunged forward and threw a vicious punch. The man who was usually calm and gentle looked unrecognizable. He pinned William to the ground and struck him as if he wanted him dead. It took about five people rushing in together to pull them apart. Thankfully, the baby survived. William was not so fortunate. Three of his ribs were broken, and he was taken straight to the ICU. Later, the police confirmed that the driver had been drunk. It had nothing to do with William.

Donald said. “I think I’m old enough to make my own friends and enemies. Let me deal with my own problems. Infact, I’m going to my place tonight. You can take care of mum now. She‘s much better,” WIlliam said. As he walked out, he thought back to the last months when he had come back home to support his paralyzed mother. The doctor had been puzzled by her condition because it was entirely unrelated to her medical history. Additionally, she couldn’t speak for a while and help the doctor understand the symptoms. With time, she had regained her speech and movement of her limbs although she wasn’t as strong as she had been before. William had chosen to be with her because he could feel himself s

The beast—massive, with eyes like burning coals—vanished into the night as quickly as it had appeared, leaving William’s crumpled form behind. Damian released me, rushing to his brother’s side. “William! William!” he shouted, his voice laced with panic. I remained crouched, frozen in place, my legs refusing to move. William’s chest rose and fell faintly, the only sign he was still alive. Deep claw marks raked across his torso, blood seeping into the earth. How could this happen? William, the future alpha, was invincible—or so I’d thought. Yet here he was, broken and vulnerable. What kind of creature could do this?

Nothing was left but flat, empty horizon. He tried to speak. Only a rough, ruined whisper escaped his throat. He saw that calm in my eyes. Then he saw Kaelan standing silent and protective behind my chair. The last feeble, impossible hope in his heart—the kind that survives on sheer stubborn delusion—guttered and died. He closed his eyes. Two clear tracks cut through the pallor of his temples. He had lived. But something within him had finally, truly ended. Three months later, William could sit up. His left leg was permanently damaged, requiring a cane for even a difficult, limping walk. His body was a hollowed-out shell of its former power.

Something snapped inside of William that night. Kroll vanished as I begged William to listen to me. William wouldn’t listen to me. He had found me comfortably talking to Kroll and then found out I murdered a pack member, my father at that. Nothing I could say would fix the damage that was done. William attacked me. He was out for blood, my blood.

He yelled begging for his eyes to open. Jessica was out of it upon seeing it. "Oh no! William! William wake up. Please wake up." She was pushing him. "Please." She kept on crying. They heard an ambulance siren, but it didn't matter at that moment. William was dead. Vincent lost his one and only brother. . . . Steve bowed. "Boss." "I'm pretty sure you know your job isn't complete, am I right?" Mr. Hodge asked. Steve nodded. "But the branding is for traitors. William Creo wasn't one." Lion stated the obvious.

At that moment, there was a bomb-like detonation behind the same garage, causing the entire garage to shake, simultaneously, Diana and her mother's eyes to widen in dread. "Diana!" Diana's mother yelled out in horror, realizing that the helicopter parked behind them had been blasted. “If you had fallen at Monica's feet instead of doing this, perhaps I would have repaid everything to you people, rather I would have given more than you could imagine, but right now I am suffering from wrath." William responded harshly. His eyes revealed that the humanity within him had died. Some black-clad individuals and two women came to that spot. They bowed at William first, obviously declaring that they w

The enemy launched another strike, this time intending to pierce William’s throat with its sharp claws, but the latter slid and kicked hard on the opponent’s stomach, causing it to gush upwards as far as it could. Willian refuses to leave his position even if his opponent is about to fall. He raised his gaze to it and drove his nails into the opponent’s neck, killing him instantly. He yanked out his claws and hurled the red-eyed werewolf’s lifeless body towards the other foes. The two surviving opponents exchanged glances as though speaking, and soon after, both of them advanced at the same time. When William learned the two were planning to attack him together at the same time, he backed aw