Adventure Hero Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Levi Stanson realised that someone had placed an icy blade to his throat and let out a cold scream. The man hissed, realising the other person present in the room, maddened at how Chad caught him off guard. “Who the hell are you?” Without taking his sword off the man’s throat, Chad smiled handsomely and answered, “I am the Hero of the Night.” Levi Stanson shouted again, but this holler was unique from the one earlier. At his beck and call, Chad could hear footsteps coming from downstairs. A strong tap on Stanson’s shoulder immobilised him. Next, Chad got ready to defend himself from the oncoming party.

It was the age old story, the band of brave adventurers off to rescue the fair maidens in peril. The stuff of classic fairy tales. This particular version had some slight variations from the traditional tropes, though. The reluctant hero wasn’t usually as reluctant as I was, for a start. And the adventurers who set forth tended to have some kind of a chance of being victorious. Joshaya was like the guy in the Magnificent Seven going around collecting an assortment of sharpshooters and cutthroats, only all of them were out when he called, so he had to take us.

Mom knew all about my failed trip with Randell to Montville and how he had abandoned me all alone and helpless there, taking away all my money and leaving me penniless so I couldn't even find another hotel if I wanted to. She also knew that I was verbally harassed and probably nearly assaulted by an Uber driver there. On top of that, she was also aware that I would have been trapped in the Montville floods had I stayed there just a moment longer if I wasn't able to catch the flight to Merunica. Mom was best friends with Randell's mom, Hilary Jacobson, and she had also apologized profusely to Mom before for this incident, so Mom decided to just let it be for Hilary's sake.

The guy said; who was calling her fragile. Within seconds everyone was surrounding her, taking her by surprise. One of the girls grabbed her hand and looked at Silvia with so much respect and admiration. "You're Silvia who fought against Alonso alone. You took him down all by yourself," She exaggerated and Silvia gave a hesitant nod. "Oh my God!" And everyone was losing their mind. Their alphas were having such a hard time killing that bastard and this girl who could be even younger than them was able to kill him. She was their hero. A freaking legend for them.

I put my hands around his neck. He quirks an eyebrow pulling me closer by my hips, pressing a kiss to my chin. “Whatever for?” “I just realize you might have a hero complex, saving lost wolves out of the woods” I tip my head at Rachel’s retreating back. He chuckles “A vigilante is someone who takes justice into their own hands and punished the guilty? And a hero?” he shakes his head “That doesn’t sound like me at all, I’m too selfish for that.” “But you saved Rachel, and me, and the others, that makes you cool”

My father was a hero cop, but I was a blemish to his shining resume as I was a delinquent who smoked, drank, and got into fights. Every time I tried to visit him at the precinct, he would slap me and tell me to leave in front of his colleagues. His fatherly love was all meant for Nana Smith, the daughter of his fallen comrade who was a paragon of good character and academic excellence. When Nana was kidnapped, he sent the entire city's officers after the kidnappers. When I was stabbed three times by some thugs and called him for help, he snapped at me, "Quit being a bother. The death of vermin like you is simply good riddance anyway." Even as I suffocated in agony, I lay in a pool of my

Andrius’ heart bled. On the platform, Registus asked coldly, “Do you recognize them?” “Yes.” Andrius clenched his fist tightly, his eyes filled with a look of nostalgia. “Brogan Pratt, the victorious general of the Lycantroops. “He fought on the battlefield all his life and never lost a single battle. He infiltrated the enemy’s headquarters seven times, killing their commanders each time, and was known as the Hercules of the Lycantroops. “He was always at the frontlines, a true hero of the Lycantroops. He earned first-class merits eight times and special-class merits twice, yet he always attributed his accomplishments to others.

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.”

It was Rogart. "Divine Lord!" Cayden cried. Seeing Rogart, Cayden could not help but let his emotions run loose. He was overflowing with joy as he exclaimed, "They call themselves the Hidden Hero Sect, and they're here to stir trouble. I tried my best to fend them off, but I was careless in the process and got myself badly injured." Cayden was selfish. Even in that situation, he still wanted to take credit to gain favor with the higher-ups. "Hidden Hero Sect?" Rogart said in confusion as he frowned.

Then we'll have a chance to find his weakness. 'What might his weakness be?' 'Money,' Lily answered immediately. 'All his money!' Caleb added calmly, 'Not just money. His empire. He has a secret offshore trust fund. That is the real core of his business empire. What we need is control of that fund.' I gasped. What kind of children were these two? 'Mommy, just do as we say,' Caleb comforted me. "First of all, you need a new phone that cannot be tracked.'