What Happens To Oliver In Invincible Novels & Stories

He had held me tightly, shielding me from the bloody carnage outside, whispering that he didn't want me to see the horrors of the apocalypse. Now that I stood outside the door, I realized—his head had been turned toward Lina the entire time. The moment we reached the safety base, Oliver insisted that no survivor should be left behind. The rescue team had to go back. They didn't refuse. They pushed through their exhaustion for a second trip. But the virus spread too fast. By the time they arrived, Lina had already been devoured. Oliver hadn't shown much of a reaction. "Well," he sighed, as if hearing about some nameless casualty, "it couldn't be helped. May she rest in peace."

Oliver was not in time to react to it and fixed his gaze to look at it, which the sight of it terrified him. "This… this… this…" Oliver widened his eyes to look at the scene before him. At that moment, the tens of Genetic Fighters behind him had all fallen to the ground and were all dead with their eyes opened. "How is this even possible?!" In the end, Oliver still blurted it out and his face looked utterly terrified. Lucas glanced at Oliver faintly, and slowly said, "I've said before that I'll make you witness their corpses in just one second. Now, do you believe what I said?"

Oliver was un-phased. “Quick on the draw as always. But still so utterly stupid!” Oliver shouted, standing himself. He grabbed his Desert Eagle off the table. Lucas watched carefully as he did so, however Oliver pointed it at his own head rather than at Lucas or Emma. “I’m fucking invincible!” He pulled the trigger and the gun fired into the side of his head. Lucas and Emma were both stammering holding there ears. “Whoo! That’s always a rush! Carbon fiber infused skull. Fuckin’ hurts still, but not like a bullet through the head.” Lucas looked over at Emma who was still holding her ears, but otherwise looked fine. He looked back towards Oliver. A million thoughts swimming through his head, a

exclaimed Logan "No, I didn't get to see him. But I admit that you guys are special humans!" While Oliver suddenly fell, he held his chest "chief, what happened to you?" exclaimed one of his subordinates. "They made it through the portal, and destroyed Him!" cried Oliver feeling the pain in his chest. He clenched his fists, How could they possibly know that the path was just an illusion? he muttered in his heart. "Go away, and keep an eye on them. I'll kill them all!" cried Oliver trying to stay strong even though his heart felt like it was being ripped out.

In just a blink of an eye, he got rid of all the guards. Oliver was utterly bewildered by what was going on. However, driven by his desire to protect Zayn, he rushed forward regardless. "Ms. Zendaya, I'll protect you!" Just then, Oliver was suddenly kicked by someone and sent flying through the air. He cried out in panic as his whole body flew toward the closed door. With a loud bang, he burst open the door and crashed into the room. He tumbled several times before he hit his head on the bedpost and finally came to a stop.

What about Olivia? ***

In just a matter of minutes, he was able to find out his weakness. “Hmph! You can’t kill me using this lousy barrier of yours!” Oliver smirked, “I won’t kill you. After all, what does a dead person who cannot say anything offer me?” “Ah! You just cannot bear to hurt this person, right? What a moving friendship you have!” Oliver shrugged his shoulders, “I won’t say we’re friends. He’s annoying.” Jethro struggled as he focused his powers on the fire barrier. He kept injecting water on it, but it didn't budge even a little bit. Oliver doesn’t seem to be affected by the water either.

Oliver says with a sigh, he knew he either take me out or I'd be running out of here. "As soon as the IV is over, she can go home, no problem," the doctor says with a smile and leaves, he's cute but not as cute as Cassius is. "Is Tristan back yet?" I ask my brother. "I don't know, once we get home you can call him, where's your phone?" he asks me and I laughed. "Oliver, I have been through a car accident, kidnapped to the fey realm, thrown to the wolves to be executed, and I ran to my life with the help of a runt, and you're asking me where my phone went?" I ask him with a raised brow.

"Oliver, do you hate me that much now? You won't even let me touch your hand?" “You weren’t like this before!” Olivia protested. But Oliver had had enough. “Well, I am now, and yes, I do find you quite annoying,” he admitted, his voice firm. “So, please, stop bothering me in the future.” He touched the talisman hanging around his neck—it had already turned to ash, the protection fading. He knew he couldn’t stay in the room any longer. If Olivia tried anything again, he wouldn’t have any defense left. “Fine, if you’re not leaving, then I will,” he declared.

He’s clinging to me, his body wracked with shivers, and his eyes, half-lidded and glassy, barely focus on me. My heart is pounding, drowning out the noise around us. I don’t know what to do—just that I can’t fucking let him go. Not when he’s this vulnerable, not when he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing keeping him grounded. But then there’s a strangled noise from behind me, and I snap my head around to see Oliver, still on the floor, clutching his own arms like he’s trying to hold himself together. His breathing is rough, chest heaving as he struggles to stay coherent.