Coloring Book Hero Novels & Stories

He says doing a salute whilst standing at attention, I burst out laughing at his antics and her joins in as he searched for books. He spared me a few glances and smiles as he searched and I stood there and watched. He had honey blonde curly hair and slightly tanned skin that went perfectly with her bright blue eyes. "I think these would be perfect for you." He hands me 2 books with a proud smile on his face. "Thank you." I tell him with a genuine smile on my face. We stood there for awhile as I checked out the books. "Hey, I wanted to-" he began to speak but was cut off by Hero.

Matthews placated “That’s more like it. Now talk to me Steph” James said I watched on in amusement as Stephanie took her time to talk just to rile James and everyone in the room up. Seeing as they were all just as interested to know how her training went. “Well for starters, you are looking at the new gamma of alpha Chaos and I have a tattoo to show my status” Stephanie spilled with excitement as she pushed the shirt on her shoulder to show off the rank tattoo which made up of the Chaos family emblem with three moons with a star on top of each of them. And some strange writings under the whole thing.

The cover of the third book was a silent declaration of victory. Where the previous ones had carried dark and uncertain tones, this one displayed a watercolor in golds and deep blues—colors that evoked sunrises over the ocean, promises kept, and horizons that had finally revealed themselves within reach. The title, engraved in handwritten letters like an intimate confession, was simple and revolutionary: “To Live.”

I unfolded it with the care one might give to a centuries-old relic. On the white surface, vibrant crayon strokes formed three stick figures. They were disproportionate and messy, but the intent was devastatingly clear. On the left was a tall man in a charcoal shirt—Gareth’s favorite color. On the right was a woman with long black hair and a green dress—the exact outfit I’d worn when we went to the bookstore last week. And in the middle, a small girl with pigtails held both their hands, anchoring them together. At the bottom, written in large, shaky block letters, was a single word: US.

NYU was my ticket to that world. I was deep into shading when it happened. Some guy—tall, built like a wall—brushed past me way too close. My pencil skidded across the page, leaving a ugly streak right through the fountain. “Hey!” I yelped, looking up. And then… whoa.

Randell exclaimed. "I'll pay you back when my mom gives me my allowance next month, alright? I'll even double the amount!" I felt my heart sink to my stomach. "No! There's a red alert here! And I've already told you that I don't have any money with me now! I want to get out of this place! I don't even have the money to stay at the hotel anymore!" Randell laughed coldly and said, "You're really something, Cassidy Stanford. You can even resort to faking a red alert notification just to cause trouble with me on purpose.

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“Are you Lia’s bodyguard?” Adrian’s voice came out low, gentle, nothing like the man who once signed my death warrant. “Something like that.” Liam studied him for a long moment, then held out the colouring page he’d been working on. It was a crude drawing of a woman with long black hair and a man in a black cape standing beside her, holding hands. “That’s you,” Liam said proudly, pointing at the woman. “And that’s your superhero.” My throat closed. Adrian crouched slowly so he was eye-level with the bed.

Their code color was purple. The Rolex. Their ability range was highly classified though it was known within Hero league that the government ran secret experiments on them and how they possessed abilities beyond the normal but no one talked about them much. Their code color was red. And lastly the M.D corps. They were specialized to treat any kind of injury, internal or external on the body. Their code color was yellow. Andrew sighed again. He put on his uniform and stared at the mirror. It was suited to his taste. He had designed it. The hero league permitted only that the two basic colors; black and the color code of the category you belonged to, must appear.

Tuazon told her when she noticed she was doing nothing. She stood up and walked over to the card catalogs. When she found what she was looking for, she went to the shelves and grabbed the books. Those were trivia and quiz books with answer sheets on the last pages. She got five of them and handed it to Hero. "If you want to join that badly, read these types of books." He was stunned momentarily before giving off a wide smile. "Awesome! Where did you find these?" "Sssshhhh !!!" Almost everyone looked in their direction and glared at Hero.