Age Of Heroes Novels & Stories

Name: Damon Marcellus Basso, 352 years of age Occupation: Major general of 2nd infantry division, initiated into the army at 202 years of age. Family: Father (Marcellus Basso), deceased. Mother (Cordelia Basso), deceased. Sister (Kaylania Basso), deceased. No known extended family, spouse, or children

he said softly. “Let’s just leave it all in the past,” I said. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. Let’s have a fresh start,” I suggested, moving away from his embrace. “Hi,” I started off. “My name is Hera. I’m 18 years old, and I love the color green. Not like grass, but like your eyes,” I said cheekily, offering my hand. He scoffed but smiled nonetheless. “Hi. I’m Arlo, 22 years old. I’m the Alpha of the Blood Shadow pack, and my favorite color used to be gray, but now, red is growing on me.”

“And you’re not?” “Yes, Tyler is immortal, as long as God is by his side. Me? My life has a limit. I am still in the teen years of my life.” Josh said with a smile. “Teen years? You mean you’re between thirteen and nineteen?” Hugo asked. “Yeah, guess how old I am,” said Josh. “Nineteen,” said Hugo. Josh laughed. “Seventeen ...” “Seventeen?” Hugo asked in shock. “Am I older than you? I am nineteen. ”

The second phase was a war between 4 teams, each teams have a color and consist of 40 person, AHMET ROSILIA and ANGY were in the same team the bleu team the game was each team should defend her flag and in the same time destroying the other teams flag, it was very quick ANGY attacked the red team and managed to steal the flag without they noticed , ROSILIA sent an arrow and destroyed the yellow flag, and AHMET took down the army of the green flag by his own, a berserk defended the bleu flag from the attackers and he managed to take down 20 attackers by his own power without any help. The last phase was a one versus one combat all our heroes managed to win until the last 8. AHMET versus the D

“I’d like to say that no question is forbidden, but that is up to you.” “Are you looking to find out the secrets of the wolfpacks or the Guardians?” I ask him, only half teasing. “I only want the secrets of one wolf and Guardian,” he says, honestly. “Okay, no question is forbidden,” I agree. “Ladies first,” he says. “How old are you?” I ask him, knowing that vampires stop aging when they are made, but that’s not their true age. “Fifty-three. How old are you?” “Nineteen.” I want to ask if that age difference bothers him, but I have other questions that I want answers to and I’m not sure how long he’ll be willing to answer my questions.

He wanted a particular nineteen-year-old girl to be the one in Saige's place. Saige's heart filled with warmth. Finally, she had him. She had the man she loved.

“My parents are very strict about me going out. You think you can confuse them?” I smiled awkwardly at him. For some reason, I’m not comfortable!! Those green eyes and innocent face are killing me. “You don’t understand, I will talk to them….” “Ahh, what are you even saying? I don’t think you know how much they hate her.” I rolled my eyes. “You don’t have to worry about that, kid.” Then he frowned deeper. “Kid? I’m 19.” “Then I am 24!” He chuckled while his sharp eyes swept over my body. “You don’t look like your age… why adding to it to make me…”

Mia’s POV The underwater base had settled into something resembling normalcy, though "normal" for us meant twenty-three children learning, growing, and occasionally unlocking restricted systems with their emerging abilities. Theo and Elias, thirteen now, led the older group in strategy simulations that looked suspiciously like real tactical planning. Seraphina and Aurora, eleven, had begun questioning the historical archives we provided, piecing together fragments of the bloodline war we had tried to soften for them. Hope, six years old, moved through the corridors with an eerie grace, her enhancements fully awake. The younger ones brought pure chaos and joy.

Alaric stood at the edge of the field, arms crossed. His gaze swept over every pair of fighters with cold precision. When he wasn't speaking, his entire presence radiated the kind of Alpha dominance that made everyone tense on instinct. This was Alaric. The hero of the entire werewolf world. The legendary Alpha who'd risen to godlike status in the Vampire War. Every pack revered him. Every enemy retreated at the sound of his name. But my second look landed on his arm. Alaric wore a long-sleeved training shirt. When he raised his right hand to adjust a warrior's stance, his sleeve shifted slightly, revealing a small patch of skin on the inside of his forearm.

All they basically did was train and foster a great team work among themselves. Normally, when students were 13-14 years of age, they voluntarily signed up for the Hero-League exam. An exam that allowed the Sequins (that's the major heads in the Hero League) to find out which teenager had the capabilities needed for a true hero. This exam was called the Thriox.