Young Cecil Invincible Novels & Stories

“Do you know the drill?” Cecil shook her head again. “No,” she whispered, voice cracking slightly. Piper nodded. “That’s fine, it’s simple, just sit still, okay?” Ember hovered near the door, leaning against the frame. She didn’t bother trying a conversation withCecil, because she could alreay imaginehow it would end. Piper noticed the way she watched Cecil, arms crossed, lips pressed together. After a few minutes, Cecil’s wounds were cleaned and bandaged. Piper helped adjust her sleeves, smoothing the edges gently. Cecil stayed still, swallowing, her big eyes still unfocused.

The scent of old leather and woodsmoke was overpowered by the sharp, sterile smell of antiseptic from the doctor’s bag. Leon paced in front of the cold fireplace of their home. His movements were tight and controlled. Leon seemed like a caged lion radiating a furious energy that made the room feel small. “She’s resting,” Dr. Evans said, closing the door to the room where they had moved Cecilia. “The shock triggered a severe autoimmune response. Her blood pressure is dangerously high. I’ve given her a sedative, but she needs absolute peace of mind. Any more stress like this…”

I ask, trying to steer clear of any discussion involving the general. "Oh!" Cecile replies, sitting upright. Her smile becomes even wider, indicating her love for the new topic. "The room is insulated. I asked father to put it there for my twenty-fourth birthday." "Oh..." I nod slowly, not exactly because of the insulation but the fact that I was right about her. A shewolf of her age should be married and regarding her status, she should be the Luna of another pack. But she looks young, acts young, and is nothing close to a traditional shewolf. I'm in awe.

After a minute of being gone, Cecil returned, holding a knife in her hand. Kimberly sprang to her feet and hurried over to her. “What are you doing? We already agreed we wouldn’t harm her!” she said, taking Cecil's hand. “Yes, we won’t,” Cecil replied and thrust the blade of the knife into Kimberly’s chest, piercing it deep into her. Kimberly shoved Cecil back and tried to get away, but Cecil launched back at her, tackling her to the floor. She fought off Cecil, but she was too weak, and Cecil overpowered her.

A hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes before he averted his gaze, and my attention also shifted to the ring, where the next match was announced as soon as some guards helped Conrad out of the ring. "The next match…Cecil.” The crowd suddenly fell silent and then erupted in an even louder cheer, with some raising banners of the name 'Cecil.' It was a tall and slightly muscular man with shoulder-length hair. Among all the male warriors who had fought, he could be considered the best-looking man. I could see some women swooning at the sight of him, making me shake my head. “Cecil is the only son of the fifth Elder; he's strong,” Mylla explained, and I nodded.