A Hero's Odyssey Novels & Stories

She snarled at him. In a mild way it was true. Suzanne O'Izzy was just an average kid, a clumsy kinda girl with big dreams. She wants to be the hero everyone looks up to so badly. Luckily in her country, Herotapolis, there was an organization, Hero League, that could make her dream come true but first she and the others who are vying to be heroes have to go through a test known as the Thriox which consists of three tests. Oral, written and field.

I squeaked. My future was with them, Anna and Andy, Beth and Jack, Duke and Em, Ronny and Livy. It was with Edward Collin, my best friend, my boyfriend. Life is like a long journey to a beautiful destination. You have to choose the people to bring along and who to leave behind. The roads are often bumpy and you may turn to the wrong path. But it’s okay. Its experience. You’ll eventually find your way back to the right track. This is my life’s journey and I have chosen the people I want to tag along with me. I found loyalty, friendship, trust and honor, I found love. I found a family. This is my odyssey!

We’d been outmaneuvered on a battlefield we’d chosen, and it stung. The next morning, a package arrived for me. Heavy, flat. Inside was a book: The Odyssey, a beautiful, leather-bound vintage edition. A notecard was tucked inside. Gwen – A hero’s journey is defined by the monsters faced, but also by the home they return to. Sometimes, the most radical act is not to fight the new monster, but to tend the hearth the old ones tried to extinguish. The Tidewater Trail is a far more interesting story. I’ve instructed our foundation to proceed with the endowment. Build it well. – Eleanor Vance

But, this wasn't the subject right now. “Do you know what is the difference between a naive fool and a hero of justice?" She clenched her fist, a fierce expression on her face. "It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.”

No sight of any way out or chance for surviving, and then I remembered my mom's last words to me. "At your darkest hour, when all seems lost and there is no hope of light. When you feel the darkness pressing in on you from every side, when you find yourself standing on the precipice of oblivion, A Hero will descend from the Moon. His glittering silver face will cast a bright light upon your path. Avoid him, but it will be impossible. You will thrive hard to run... that's when the beast in you will Awake, and you'll meet the real you"

They felt as if their dead motivation came to life again. They felt as if god came down from heaven himself to rescue them. At that moment he was no less than god to them. For them, he was the living image of a god. Tears of joy begin to roll from the eyes of the first warrior and he reached out to touch Zieve's feet. Zieve stopped him from doing that and instead hugged him. The first warrior said that he was no less than a god to them for knows that he must have fallen into the enemy' s trap willingly... risking his own life only to save them. The other two warriors also expressed their gratitude towards their leader. They also knew Zieve and had worked with him too, but not as much as the

She nodded again and again, taking the badge with both hands, her voice breaking. "Thank you, Eleanor. Thank you!" The comments exploded again–this time in gold. [Damn! That level of grace; insane!] [This is what a true female lead looks like–lifting someone out of the abyss instead of holding a grudge!] [Girls help girls! I'm calling it–this is the most hype esports story of the year!] [Orion team, let's go! Win the championship for Janet, too!]

Safer than the chaos I’d been living in full of hope, disappointment, and unspoken feelings I couldn’t quite put into words. All I could do was work. Follow the instructions. Keep my head down. And maybe just maybe survive this storm of ice and steel.

Studying the man's movement, she found every movement of the man was purposeful and graceful, like a predator stalking its prey. “My lord,” Beta Idris called the man's attention towards the appearance of the woman. Alpha Odysseus turned around and his gaze landed on the woman who was fidgeting with the hem of her clothes while looking down at her feet, of course, no one could bear to look at him or even summon the courage to do so. “Look up,” Alpha's Odysseus' strong features were set in a hard expression, his brow furrowed in concentration as he studied her. But beneath the cold expression, he seemed to recognize her.