What Happens To Oliver In Invincible Novels & Stories

"Shit! It's slippery!!!" I, who rolled my attention to Oliver, didn't watch Irvin get back and now I turned to look up and saw his body floating in mid-air. He was falling fast to the ground where I was standing. My arms automatically spread wide to catch him but damn! He fell directly at Oliver who was standing beside me. "Ugh!" "Shit! It hurts! I'm in pain! Oh my, help!" Oli yelled in alarm as he was brought face-first to the ground.

“But bravery won’t save you.” Just as he lunged at me, a deafening howl echoed through the bunker. Oliver burst through the door, his eyes blazing with fury. His wolf form shimmered beneath his skin as he attacked the intruders with relentless ferocity. Within moments, the room was a chaotic blur of fighting. Oliver was a force of nature, his every move precise and lethal. When the dust finally settled, the intruders lay unconscious or dead. Oliver rushed to me, his hands gripping my shoulders as he looked me over. “Are you hurt?”

Oliver’s head whipped toward me immediately. “Amy,” he said sharply. “Your blood—” “I’m fine,” I said quickly, even though my hand trembled. He didn’t look convinced, but he turned back to the men, rage simmering in the air. The criminals tried to fight, but they didn’t stand a chance. Oliver moved faster than I could track—breaking arms, snapping necks, throwing bodies into walls with terrifying precision. Rovan and Elias fought beside him, each strike efficient and merciless. I focused on the girls.

This made the three thugs behind him furious and then chased after Olivia with a fast run. "Hey! Wait, don't run!" he exclaimed very grimly. Olivia didn't want to heed it. He kept running, ignoring the three goons who kept scolding him. When she almost reached her destination, Olivia had to fall because she tripped over a rock. Olivia was grimacing in pain, she tried to get up immediately and started running again. However, the pain in his leg overcame all of his intentions. Olivia finally gave up. Olivia gave up when the three thugs started to approach her with sly grins. Even so, deep down in Olivia's heart, she was expecting a miracle from God.

Victor tilted his head slightly before lightly tapping the remaining fang with his finger. "So," he continued pleasantly, "would you perhaps like to hear some wise words from someone who has been crippled for a much longer time? Being bloodied and dizzy from the loss of immense blood, it was hard for Oliver to understand what was said to him. Jane could tell that he wasn't even listening anymore. Rather that he wasn't, it was that he couldn't. A part of him had lost all its energy so much so that he could do nothing, not even to weakly lift up one of his finger.

Olivia went to attack the rogues beside the car, throwing them aside and using her fangs to injure as many as she could. Wilder was swamped with more than twenty rogues and he was so weak. They began clawing and biting, making scratches on his body as he began bleeding and getting weak. Wilder was fighting tirelessly, he was determined to protect his family no matter what and he began mindlinking Olivia to get out with the kids while he distracted them but she wasn’t having it. She was ready to perish with him. They began jumping on Wilder who was now too weak and bleeding profusely, Olivia was furious as she began attacking with her eyes closed and it didn’t take long for her to start bleed

Whatever was waiting in the shadows—whatever that thing inside her was—it wouldn’t win. Not as long as she had Ralph. Not as long as she had her pack. She looked at Oliver. “We’re not letting her take you again.” Oliver gave a weak smile. “Good. Because I don’t plan on going anywhere.” Olivia finally allowed herself to breathe. They had won this fight. But the war was far from over.

He had no other thoughts of doing anything. And, Opal... she was shocked, surprised, and speechless. "Fine, I-- take them." Oliver extended his hand to give her the sheets she wanted. Sadly, his mind was too unfocused to see his surrounding. *Thud* He fell from the tree and Layla could only grab the sheets as she was also standing on a tree branch. "OLIVER!!!!" Olivia's scream in her ear was proof that Oliver has fallen. 'Oh no, this is going to be troublesome.' She gulped at the thought of the problem that might arise in the near future.

Oliver's face contorted with anger and frustration as he realized that his plan had been foiled. But before the police could apprehend him, Oliver lunged towards me, a desperate attempt to take me hostage. At that moment, I knew I had to fight back. I mustered all my strength and fought against him, screaming for help. The police quickly intervened, overpowering Oliver and restraining him. I watched as they handcuffed him, a mix of relief and anger coursing through my veins. Finally, he would face justice for the pain and suffering he had caused. As the officers led Oliver away, I turned my attention to Sandra, who had been brought to safety by the police.

Oliver’s heart hammered, the familiar surge of panic rising but he caught Max’s steady eyes and Sarah’s calm presence. Not now. Not here. Not like this. He drew a deep breath, grounding himself, then knelt to gather the scattered papers, hands shaking slightly. “It’s okay,” he said quietly, voice firm despite the tremor. “We can fix this. Together.” Slowly, the group stepped in, helping to reorganize the materials. Caspian’s smirk lingered in the doorway, but Oliver felt the power shift subtly. He was shaken, yes but not broken. The ripple of courage he had been building didn’t falter. If anything, it strengthened.