Chicken Hero Novels & Stories

“I know you aren’t a fan of asking for favors but I think the time has come to call in Hawk. He is the only one I know that has the means to protect her.” I weighed his words carefully. Hawk owed me a few favors, and we had worked together in the past, but I have never asked him to be a part of our network. Hawk had a good heart, but there were special circumstances which is why he was not involved with Clipped Wings. Whiz was right though; Hawk did have the means to protect Ophelia. As I thought it over the idea became more appealing to me because since Hawk was not involved in the organization then hardly anyone besides Whiz and myself would know where she was.

Jessica couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Yes, it's time to chillax and enjoy some delicious chicken!" she chimed in, enthusiasm evident in her tone. Ryan joined the conversation, injecting a playful comment. "If chicken were a superhero, it would be called the Poultry Protector!" he exclaimed with a hint of excitement. "If soda were a superhero, it would be called Fizzy Fantastic!" Jessica laughed, her amusement contagious. Ryan chimed in again, sharing his own variant. "Or how about the Pop Protector!" he suggested.

- I plead and Alpha Dhario is now standing next to me with his hand in my arm stopping me from splitting them. James tried to punch Leon but he dodged easily his attack. James is now spitting blood while Leon has him pinned on the floor under his fists. It was all so fast that I almost didn’t keep up. Leon is extremely fast and precise. He is a killing machine and I was afraid for James’s life right now. James is coughing blood and I can’t look at it. I bury my face into Alpha Dhario’s chest and he hugs me tightly.

— I crossed my arms. If he would act as if nothing had happened, I would do the same. — I was going to train and I saw you there. — He walked behind my car and came back with an object in his hands. — Gotcha. It was a biker helmet. — What? I'm not going to walk in this thing! I need to arrive alive! — I exclaimed. — Oh! No kidding, Angel Backer! Do you think I don't remember when I was riding on that rump of that of your boyfriend? — a corner smile bared his teeth. — What was his name? Jeferson? Jacobs? Jimmy?

Next to him were Jack and Razor. “Yeah. For a second there I thought she would chicken out. I love chicken, but I definitely don’t want anyone I know to act like one.” Razor nodded his head while reaching for a bucket of chicken wings. How he had been able to get that in here, nobody knew. As for his words that had nothing to do with what was happening, Davies and Jack ignored it as naturally as snow fell in winter.

Claude couldnt wait to explore them and establish himself as a Hero. Claude's daydreaming was interrupted by a familiar smell that made a small earthquake erupt from the depths of his stomach..."CHICKEN!!!" Claude peered deeper into the cabin where the dining room was and saw on the oakwood round table that there was a steaming plate of chicken and rice-- made more colorful than even a rainnbow with the amount of lively vegetables placed within. Claude's favorite meal, all he could do was silently praise the chef who made it. "Dad....you are a HERO!" Were the last words he said before giving into his insatiable feeling hunger like a starved beast.

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

Queen rasped out munching on the chicken ~“ So what are you eating” Papa mumbled ~ “ Chicken and chips” Queen mumbled ~ “ And where did you get it” Papa asked ~ “ Well she ordered it before going out” Queen muttered. “ I almost got married today, Papa” Queen mused out giggling ~ “ Married?, to who” Papa mumbled with a shocked expression ~ “ The delivery guy –he is so cute and hot” Queen muttered filling up her mouth with chicken . “ Just like me” Queen gushes out

, he pointed at the triangle sign with something in the middle, which I couldn't quite make out what it was. " Is that supposed to be a chicken head?" I asked, already getting an idea of what the sign might be. " Yes, it's a chicken head". " Then it's Chicken Republic". " And what's Chicken Republic?" " Dude, seriously? You mean you've never taken your girlfriend to Chicken Republic? Where the hell do you guys go then?" he twitched his lips in something that seemed like shame, " it's a restaurant located at the outskirts of New Jersey, they sell like, the best chicken wings in the whole country, but still, how can knowing that lead us to her?" I asked.

He was really afraid that he wouldn't even have the chance to introduce himself, so that there was no way to show his ability. "They're all Chicken's men. Are you afraid?" Harvey said. "What?" Samuel was shocked. "Is this the name 'Chicken'? How could there be such a strange name?" "You are even a distant man. Don't you know Brother Chicken?" Harvey said coldly. It seemed that Chicken was a big shot and it was disrespectful to not know him. But Samuel had never heard of this so-called Brother Chicken, and the name was really strange. How could someone call him Brother Chicken?