Romans & histoires Anti Hero Fantasy Books

My whole being feeling relieved to know that my mate yet lived, was now made doubly more anxious as I asked, “The people that have him and the others, do they have any of the flags I described to you or any of the symbols I’ve mentioned before on their clothing?” Tatiana shook her head no. “Mercenaries.” I breathed out. In truth I didn’t know whether that was good or bad. In the current reality there was little that could be called good though. “They are not good men though.” I looked to Tatiana. She was very intuitive about the character of people and over the years I had learned to trust her instinctual liking or disliking for people. “We must get him free and the others too if we can mana

She stood in the doorway and watched them. Her three men. Seth and Justin sat across from each other in their superhero pajamas, Justin in Iron Man, Seth in Superman. They had their noses buried in worksheets, Justin struggling with a simple crossword that forced him to define his spelling words for the week, and Seth with his math.

A jog would probably do the same thing. I pull on my running shoes and a sports bra before heading out with my headphones on. The fist song on is Hero by Chad Kroeger. ‘A hero could save us, I’m not gonna stand here and wait’. Am I hero as a warrior? A general? Is it heroic to lead people into battle? Is it heroic to lead people to their death? People with families that depend on them, love them. But in doing so, saving so many innocent lives? I never thought wanting to protect my people could be such a moral dilemma.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

He glanced at me questioningly, but all I could do was shrug and apologize again, on behalf of my drunken friend. “I guess she had a little too much to drink,” I whispered. He laughed. “A little?” Julie tapped him. “Are you Prince Charming?” “What?” he replied, turning the key in the ignition, “because I helped bandage you up?” “Are you the hot guy from the woods?” Julie asked, ignoring his question. “The hero who saved Little Red Riding Taylor from the big, bad mountain lion?”

“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?”

"This brave group will be the first ones to enter and leave the forbidden forest alive, a feat never before done. They will mark the beginning of a new era of heroes and bring a great change to the world. Their impossible feat will mark the beginning of the era of legends. "These warriors will be the first Legends!" Charles ran his head through his head. "Legends? What's that?" "According to this it's strongest members are these two, the master of chaos and the master of order." Sebastian suddenly stops. "No!" "What?" Sebastian flips the pages agitatedly, "I can't read them any more. I can't hear the words." Charles takes the book from him and calms him down. "Sebastian the fact that you cou

“S-sorcery? Like Merlin or, um, Harry Potter?” “Harry who?” She shook her head. “Certainly like Merlin, or Solomon. If you are taught well your power could be considerable. I can help there, but you really need to practice in the real world. Magic is very easy here, where reality can be easily manipulated.” She waved a hand at the scenery and the room changed from Egyptian bedroom to Medieval torture chamber, complete with the rack that Michael was now lying on. Her own clothes transformed into a leather dominatrix set as he watched, and he was now wearing a small pair of leather shorts. She looked back towards him and they were back in the bedroom overlooking Alexandria. “See? You can't cha

Inojin Senshi, captain of the Kansa Mortals, was not the kind of man who made it easy for people to like him. His teammates called him Barney, though never to his face unless they were on good terms. His personality was a strange mix,mean and strict on the surface, but deeply loyal to those he trusted, with a sarcastic streak that sometimes felt like affection and sometimes felt like a knife.

River's fingers danced across the spines, devouring titles that whispered promises of resilience and courage. "The Blind Voyager", "The Lame Warrior's Triumph", "Against All Odds", and "Unlikely Heroes" each resonated deeply, but one title in particular caught her eye: "The Story of Alero, Blind Healer". With gentle reverence, River pulled out the slim volume, its cover adorned with intricate, raised patterns that evoked the delicate petals of a flower. The book did not come out alone, it came with another document: a large parchment like the one in her dream!