A Hero Is Born The Thundermans

When Ingrid Stewart, the prettiest woman in the factory, got dragged into an abandoned warehouse by a hooligan named Edmund Holloway, I didn't rush after them with a brick in my hand, unlike my past self in the previous life. Instead, I went to the nearest police station right away. In my previous life, I sustained heavy injuries in order to save Ingrid from Edmund. The Stewarts decided to marry her to me so that they could repay my life debt. After our marriage, I treated Ingrid with utmost sincerity, but all I received in return was her resentment. On the night the rundown apartment we lived in was on fire, I rushed into the inferno to push Ingrid and our son out of danger. In return, a beam crashed down on me. When I raised my head, I saw Ingrid dragging our son toward Edmund. Then, she said to me icily, "This is all your fault, you stupid coward! You're the reason why Edmund and I weren't able to get together for so many years!" Edmund guffawed loudly as well. "Right, I forgot to tell you that your son, whom you've loved for 18 years, is actually my child!" In the end, I kept coughing up blood because I inhaled too much smoke. Just like that, I died a gruesome death in the fire. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Ingrid gets harassed by Edmund. In this life, I choose to grant Ingrid and Edmund's wish of staying together.

Mackenzie Allard, the illegitimate daughter of a respected Alpha, has known nothing but abuse and isolation. Just as she finds a glimmer of hope in her fated mate, Conrad Hamilton—a Rogue King with a heart sealed against the bonds of destiny—dark secrets and relentless enemies emerge to threaten their fragile bond. As fate intertwines their lives, Mackenzie and Conrad must confront their pasts and fight against forces determined to tear them apart. Will their love be strong enough to overcome the shadows threatening to consume them?

Sophia I have been cast from my pack, the alpha made his advances on me and I rejected them. My parents stayed. They chose the Alpha who tried to take what I didn't want to give from me. They are now dead to me. It really doesn't matter now. Sure, I could go live among the humans, but what could they have to offer me? Sigmund I left my pack years ago when I saw the corruption within. I am a lone wolf by choice, and an Alpha by birth. The fact that I walked away when I saw the corruption coming for me, should tell you how much I really tried to save it. The pack was trying to become a dirty pack. Well, they got what they wanted. I refuse to go lead them. What I will do, if I ever find a good group of loners, is lead them in a fight against the corrupt packs leading the world today. If only I could find any other loners out here...

The night Silver Hale was born, the moon lost its pale glow and turned completely silver — a sign that the packs had not seen in centuries. Now twenty-three, Silver is the pack’s outcast. Born with a dormant Luna bloodline, she was mocked as human, rejected, and forced to live in the shadows while others found their mates at sixteen. But the prophecy says otherwise: “The first will awaken the Moon’s lost power, and three crowned wolves shall kneel before her.” When three Alpha brothers — Kyrian, Kael, and Kairo — appear under the Blood Moon, the bond is instantaneous, overwhelming, and forbidden. For the first time in her life, Silver discovers that she is more than human… and that the pack’s rejection was only the beginning. Will she survive the power awakening inside her, and can three Alphas truly share the same Luna?

Every day since I was born, I've been trained to kill The Alpha. The one that killed my parents and burnt the city I once called home to ashes. However, fate has a twisted sense of humor. Just when I was about to ruin him, the moon called him mine. Will I stab his heart, or would he win mine?

A very successful businessman who was willing to sacrifice even his family for his goal to become the most powerful man in the world was reborn to the earth two hundred thousand years after only to find the world different from what he knew. Humans now have necro which can improve their abilities, turning them into superhumans which help them fight extraterrestrial-like creatures known as kuishinbos. In a new world where necros define power, Vander has none. How will he survive? How will he persevere? Will he continue his goal? Join Vander in his unforgettable experience in overcoming all the obstacles he will face in the new world.

After the fire, my younger brother, Ethan Harper, and I have become comatose. Our own parents choose to deliver us to the rebirth trial. If we pass the trial, we'll regain consciousness and be granted a brand new life. The sensory caps are attached to our heads and soon connected to our brainwaves. Ethan chokes out, "Since Mom and Dad loves you so much, you'll definitely receive their votes, Emma." I turn to look at the judge instead. "After I'm reborn, can I request a new pair of parents? It's fine if the answer is no. My parents will still die, anyway."

I was born broken. My Alpha mother was the one who branded me. She said emotion was a sin. A weakness. Especially for a werewolf. Especially for an Alpha’s heir. The day we were born, she clamped emotion-suppressing collars around our necks. Mine and my twin sister's. The slightest flicker of emotion, and the collar flashed red. My mother would then push the button, injecting me with a diluted "silver solution" to suppress my feelings. But my sister Cassia's collar? Always a calm, steady blue. Even when she shattered Mom's precious moonstone, it just pulsed gently. And me? I’d just whisper, "Mom, the thunder scares me," and my collar would erupt in a violent red. Then came the sting of silver poison burning through my blood.. I used to argue. But Mom always said the same thing. "The data doesn't lie. Pain is a teacher. This is for your own good." After thousands of these injections, I started to believe it, too. That I was born out of control. The night of the alliance's Moon Goddess Festival, Mom was taking my sister to the rooftop party. Something scared me during the day. The collar flashed red, and my mother started the punishment. But this time, the collar malfunctioned. It shot a dose a thousand times stronger into my neck. I collapsed on the carpet, begging, "Mother, the collar... it hurts so much... help me." My collar was flashing a frantic red. My mother just looked down at me, drenched in a cold sweat, and pressed the button for the maximum dose. "You'd lose control like this just for attention? You're a lost cause." She turned, took my sister, and slammed the door. I couldn't help but think, Mom must be right. The collar is red. It doesn't really hurt. I'm just being dramatic, looking for pity again. I'm sorry, Mom. In my next life, I'll be the perfect daughter you always wanted.

After her mother’s mysterious death, Kamara Mann is shipped across the country and forced into a new life she never chose. Assigned to her is Jace Malden: her father’s cold, deadly and most dangerous enforcer. He’s supposed to protect her, not want her. But living next door, watching her every move, his control starts to crack, breaking his own rules, especially the one that says she’s off-limits. Then there’s Brian Mathis—smooth, charming, and nothing like the world she comes from. He’s everything Jace isn’t, and definitely doesn’t treat her like a fragile mafia princess. Everything safe and desired. But safety is an illusion and desire is dangerous. Now Kamara’s caught between two dangerous choices: the boy who made her feel wanted… and the bodyguard who makes her burn.

Isolde Vancrest had witnessed the ultimate betrayal. Her long-time fiancé, Alan Princeton, had gotten his own sister-in-law pregnant, and he had the audacity to defend it. Alan: "You can't have children. The family can't end with me." How ironic. This was the same man who had once knelt nine times to propose, swearing he would rather be sterile than ever hurt her. If love was a joke, then pride had lost all meaning. That night, Isolde called the one man in Southbridge whose name most people feared to speak. By morning, she was his wife. When Alan saw her again, it was at her wedding. He dropped to his knees, eyes red. Alan: "Honey, I was wrong. Please… look at me." Isolde took a step back and fell into the arms of the man behind her. "The Prince," the ruthless ruler of half the city, wrapped an arm around her waist. "Seems you've forgotten your place." His voice was biting cold as he looked down at Alan. "Now she’s someone you don’t deserve to even look at."