A Tale Of Two Heroes Novels & Stories

​She grabbed the muddy rungs of the ladder and began to climb, ascending out of the trench and back into the war. ​I stood there for a moment longer, the rain soaking my hair, staring at the fake Roman shard lying in the mud. ​Vos had tried to bury us. Instead, he had dug a hole that forced us together. He had made a fatal error. He thought stress would break us apart. He didn't realize that pressure creates diamonds. ​But as I climbed the ladder to face the flashing cameras and the questions, I knew Andrea was right. We were fighting a war on two fronts now. And I wasn't sure which one was more dangerous: the man trying to bankrupt us, or the woman I was falling in love with.

Someone with enough knowledge to fight the newborns with less casualty count. I looked at the clueless warrior beside me and said, “These two will help you out, they have enough knowledge about newborns so make sure you listen to them,” the young warrior nodded with relief. I turned to my sister and Merick, “You know the drill,” both of them nodded before setting off with the young warrior. “Do you know where we are headed?” “I know it very well.”

A column of flames shot into the air. The fire burned everything away. … The AI-written tragedy had finally come to an end. Truth be told, I still didn't understand how I was rewarded by that eerie countdown and voice. There was no earth-shattering change. I didn't acquire a superpower. I also wasn't transported to a different world. When I regained consciousness and opened my eyes again, I realized that my "story" had been recorded in the novel that was open on my phone, sparing no details. I shared the same name as the male lead of the novel—Connor Graham.

So why hadn’t I stopped this entire farce before it became an unbearable burden on a fragile child’s shoulders? The shopping center parking lot was packed, and only one space remained free. I stopped right across from it. The corners of my lips lifted slightly when I saw a familiar motorcycle and the guy wearing a helmet sitting on it. Stopping in front of me, he killed the engine and stepped off his steel horse. The prince had come to the rescue. What a pity the girl in trouble no longer believed in fairy tales. “What happened?” Vanya asked, removing his helmet. He walked up to me, crossed his arms over his chest, and silently waited for an answer.

For Saga, waking up early on Tuesday is not how you start your day. He hated Tuesdays. Usually people have a strange hatred for Mondays but no, not him. Saga believes that everything bad always happen in Tuesday, like how on the third grade he fell in front of Leah, the class sweetheart -that he used to have a crush on and lose his teeth, not one, but two. And how he lost his bicycle because he need to pee so bad so he just drop it on the side of the road and run behind the tree to do the business. Or when he got arrested because a police officer caught him holding a joint while driving. In his defense, it wasn't his and it was a rent car. He lied of course.

"Of course, you know I got your back.You can get through this - I'm here for you 100%." As I reached the door she called after me, “Ariel,” I turned around, my forehead creased. “Huh?” “You should name her Ariel if it’s a girl and Hercules if it’s a boy.” I rolled my eyes at her. “Are you kidding?” “It’s the name of a Disney princess. You can never go wrong with that.Plus, Hercules is the name of a god,duh” I shook my head, laughing a little and she joined me. “You are sick in the head,”

It was a possibility, a probability, a certainty. They were closer to Raven, closer to redemption, closer to resolution. They were on the brink of success, on the verge of triumph, on the threshold of victory. The road ahead was still fraught with danger, still filled with challenges, still riddled with obstacles. But they were ready, they were prepared, they were equipped. They were not just two brothers on a journey. They were two warriors on a mission. They were not just two seekers on a quest. They were two heroes on a destiny. They were not just two hearts on a love. They were two souls on a purpose.

Her heart fills with happiness as she smiles up at him, taking his hand. A whole life filled with bliss awaits her, and she can't wait to explore the world with the only man she loves, to have his pups and to be a leader alongside him. She chose the Warrior, and she would choose him again and again. The End.

"I feel like I don't know anything. All this history and even the villains know more than me." Ariadne flops on the bed, the smell of oranges wafting up to her nose. "That's a very simple view." "What?" Victor sighs, laying down beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "There are no heroes and villains. Are you gonna lay that speech on me?" Ariadne shakes her head. "We're also the villains. There are no heroes in our story. We're thugs, all of us. We made our wealth on other people's suffering. That's how we lived."

Where the one goes, the rest will follow. “He must be daydreaming again.” And I was right. There comes the twins, Loki and Logan. “Yeah, it seems Raylie was bored again. What are we going to do here?” “Oh my God! The Titans were there on the second floor of the library building.” A female student suddenly yelled, waving at us on the second floor. The three waved back with a smile on their handsome faces. They seemed to enjoy the flashes of cameras around us. “Oh gosh! They’re so handsome!”