Broken Hero Novels & Stories

I guess it was all in my head, I suddenly didn't feel like being around her anymore. I stood up, nodded my head at her and went out the front door. I just kept following my feet to wherever they were taking me, especially since it was away from Anne. I guess it was my time to get drunk, because I ended up in a bar. I know its not healthy to drink in the morning and all, but I had to get over this heart break. ************** Nine bottles later and I was already telling the guy waiting the bar all the problems I'd been through in life. He felt like my friend already,

I groaned in pain but didn't have a chance to pick myself up off the ground because someone else had done it for me. My arms were pulled up as someone held me them back, holding me up. I glanced back trying to get a look at who was holding me hostage but couldn't because their hold on me was too tight for me to even look over my shoulder. "You fuckers have nothing better to do?" I spat out, laughing bitterly as a Herbrooke player came into vision. He was wearing their soccer jersey which confirmed that he was one of their guys. His light blonde, almost bleached white hair was cut shortly and made his crystal clear blue eyes stand out even in the dark hallway.

My whole body felt like it had been rearranged by a particularly enthusiastic toddler. Every muscle screamed in protest,and the metallic tang of blood filled my nose like a bad roommate. Gross. Brock materialized out of nowhere, looking like he'd been dragged through a hedge backwards. Typical. Super soldiers never get a scratch, do they? "Hey," he rasped, his voice rougher than sandpaper. "You okay?" I managed a weak smile. "Yeah, just peachy. You know, the usual – a few bumps, bruises, the lingering fear of rogue-induced death…"

He was a man who had survived, but a man who had not lived. The final confrontation was a brutal, uncompromising clash of two worlds. Alessandro, a broken man who had found a new purpose, was a pawn, a symbol of a past that refused to be buried. But he was also a weapon, a final, brutal, and devastating threat. He was a man who had betrayed his brother, a man who had lost his empire, a man who had found a new reason to fight. He was a man who had a new army, a new reign of power. He was a man who was a ghost, a man who was a symbol of a life that could have been, a life that should have been.

The room went still. Even First Man pause, his skeletal mask turning toward the Broken with renewed interest. "That is a dangerous ambition, Broken. Satan Heirs are not easily killed. . Why would you betray your own kind?" The Broken leaned forward. "Because one of them killed my brother. He was my blood, my flesh, my only family. And he was taken from me by one of the Heirs. I do not know which one and I do not know why. But I will find out. And when I do, I will end them. Permanently."

Hector could not be anything spectacular at all. Fane pushed his hands forward, and his Broken Soul Blade shot forward like a cannon, swiftly clashing with the sword in Hector's hand. Everyone heard a crack as the sword shattered the moment it clashed. Before everyone could react, the gray Broken Soul Blade had pierced through Hector's chest. The man had not even been able to cry out in agony before he fell to the ground. The Broken Soul Blade had not diminished in strength after piercing through Hector and continued to charge toward Edson, who was not far away. The horrified Edson lunged upward, trying to turn around and run immediately.

Now he finally understood that he kicked a metal board. He was extremely regretful. If he could go back in time, he would never cross this young man in front of him. This young man was his mortal enemy. "Killing people is illegal, I won’t kill you." Alexander gave a devilish smile. He smiled coldly, lifted his right foot and stepped hard on the crotch of Brother Cain. Ping! A sound of balls breaking came over. Brother Cain’s testicles were shattered. He would never be able to hurt a woman again.

“A scent like yours… it’s enough to drive a wolf mad.” Just as his filthy hand was about to touch Lily’s face, the glass doors of the cafe shattered inward from a massive force. Julian burst in like a black hurricane. Behind him were his Beta, Ryan, and two of his most elite Gamma warriors. A world-ending wave of Alpha power slammed into the room. The five Rogues’ legs gave out, and they collapsed to their knees instinctively. “Let them go,” Julian’s voice was colder than a Siberian blizzard. The scarred man immediately released Lily, his hands shooting up. “Alpha Blackwood! We didn’t mean to offend your woman!”

As for why Abe and the others were not attacking, Breaker assumed the only reason was that they were cautious of himself and Rage since they were still several levels higher than the kids. “Yeah, I am all fine now,” Breaker replied whilst allowing the blood he kept in his mouth to spill out, in order to deceive Abe and his team. The goal was to make the Silver Wolves assume that Breaker was still severely injured so that they would underestimate him. After all, few knew that the pill Breaker had taken was a highly potent one that could patch wounds – no matter how severe – in under a minute. However, patching didn’t heal the wounds per se, but only kept the broken and torn parts together. Bu

The road was spinning; Denise staggered along throwing her hands in the air like a lunatic. Her heart was shattered. Her little dream was a mere fantasy. The reality of Clark’s true colours made a sharp pain cut through her stomach. Denise was on the road and there were moving vehicles but she did not care. If only the world would swallow her sorrow and make her disappear without a trace, Denise would pay any price.