Adventure Hero Novels & Stories

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

50 years ago, a 29-year-old man worked under total anonymity to construct a shield in the sky for this country. 50 years later, he fell because of a petty farce. But the country he protected swept away the filth with the swiftest justice possible.

A massive ice-blue dragon roared from my staff, surging into the sky. Absolute zero. All four enemies–frozen solid in place. "Now. Kill." My voice was calm. Cold. Matthew's ADC unleashed a storm of arrows from the backline, shredding their front line in seconds. Shadow emerged from the darkness like a phantom. A flash of steel–two strikes, and their unprotected carry was gone. Under Miracle Hands's perfectly timed shields, Cedric's swordsman descended like a war god. Blade flashing–cutting through the frozen, low-health enemies one after another.

"I saw this woman pinned down on the ground by a big guy and another one holding her hands and arms above her head. Then I heard a voice in the shadows say just hurry up and then kill her and get me that braid. That's our proof for Quinn. At the same time, hero came flying by me and kicked the big guy in the back of the neck and knocked him off of the woman, then went for the guy holding her arms. I saw the guy who had talked step out of the shadows and he had a gun in his hand. There was a big knife on the ground in front of me. I picked it up and stabbed at him and his gun went off. The other guy wriggled loose from hero and ran away. The woman, well, it was Susan, looked in a pretty bad w

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

Mom is one of the most famous reporters in the country. She exposes all kinds of wrongdoing, and the public hails her as a champion of justice. What she doesn't know is that while she's out fighting for other people, I'm being viciously bullied at school. When I finally work up the courage to ask her for help, she gives me a disgusted look and tells me to quit being so dramatic. Eventually, my bullies beat me to death and bury my body in a reeking drainage ditch. When my body is finally dug up, Mom is the reporter sent to cover the scene.

The man was built like someone had engineered him for a different era — broad shoulders, defined arms, the kind of physical condition that looked functional rather than decorative. He caught her looking and grinned. She dropped her gaze and felt her face do something she could not allow it to do in public. “Okay, listen up.” His voice carried easily without effort. “For those who don’t know me from English, I’m Mr. Shepherd. Mr. Onley blew out his knee, so I’m covering until he’s back. Five-minute warm-up run, then we’ll talk. Go.” Honor put her head down and ran. The boys jostled past the girls and the girls jogged with the minimal investment of people who had decided this didn’t count, and

"In the second mission sent to clear the Dungeon, the tranquil chambers, no casualties were reported. The hero named Anthony exhibited excellent leadership skills, even though he does not possess any unique skills. He would make a valuable addition to your team." "Wait, the monsters couldn't hurt the heroes? It is impossible... no matter how good he reads the battleground, he cannot keep everyone from getting hurt, especially when it is their first time inside the dungeon." Ladia objected. "Or is there another reason for such an outcome?" "A hero named Gildar has already emerged a new class, a healer, Druid, and follows Anthony's commands quite well. With his newly awakened class skills, he

A few kilometers from the former war site, there are thousands of tents used for camping by Borlal's troops. In that camp there were already more than a hundred thousand warriors led by 3 heroes. They are Amura the spear hero, Yusagi the shield hero and Kawa the bow and arrow hero. "Sir, the reconnaissance troop has returned," said one of the soldiers to Amura the spear hero who was in the big tent. "Send them in!" Amura tidied up the books and letters he was reading on his desk.

He could sense danger. Hero was very powerful. Even though he was not yet a martial deity, he had an abundance of powerful true energy that was as powerful as a peak martial monarch. Moreover, Hero was proficient in sword fighting. His techniques were unbeatable. Chase could only use his fingers to defend himself. However, Hero's weapon was too powerful, especially when it was made out of unique materials. Chase was barely holding on.