Disposable Heroes Novels & Stories

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.

“That’s all you got from my speech?” “I’m just saying... Last time you tried regular school, I lost half my hair. Half.” She chuckled, not even trying to look guilty. “But it grew back nicely.” He glared. “Eggs. Glue. The ‘We Hate Kye’ manager fan club.” “The memes were kinda funny.” “You are lucky I still work for you.” She grinned. “This time will be different. Lowkey. Undercover. Invisible Kye.” He blinked. “Incognito? I don’t even want to know. Just let me get home to my wife in one piece.”

A massive ice-blue dragon roared from my staff, surging into the sky. Absolute zero. All four enemies–frozen solid in place. "Now. Kill." My voice was calm. Cold. Matthew's ADC unleashed a storm of arrows from the backline, shredding their front line in seconds. Shadow emerged from the darkness like a phantom. A flash of steel–two strikes, and their unprotected carry was gone. Under Miracle Hands's perfectly timed shields, Cedric's swordsman descended like a war god. Blade flashing–cutting through the frozen, low-health enemies one after another.

"Hey, what is this? My game isn't over yet! Let me go, you bastard!" "Guard him!" Leo commands his other subordinates and quickly takes Glara and Martha to a safer place. In less than 20 minutes, Leo returns with several police officers and medical personnel. "My suggestion is to disable this person first before taking him. My colleague had an accident because of his actions," Leo tells the police.

player 6 declared. "This is bad." Audella whispered. "Let's get down to business and kill them!!" player 5 declared and immediately attacked them. Audella managed to kick the guy's hand. Eleonna immediately picked up his swiss knife. Player 6 was approaching her way so she threw the sharp glass in her pocket to his feet. She did it with full force that the glass was badly buried in his leg that made him fall, but Eleonna didn't see player 3 coming from behind her. Player 3 managed strike her head that caused her to fall as well.

Morticia gave Dax, Chester, and the others a troubled look, ascended to the sky, and flew to the back hill. "Stop her!" Debra saw that and furrowed her brows as she cried out. The Hidden Hero Sect disciples rushed out from all directions to block Morticia. Those disciples were, in fact, quite powerful. However, the adversary in front of them was Morticia, one of the Twelve Martyrs, and they were not worthy of being her opponent. Morticia injured many Hidden Hero Sect disciples in the blink of an eye, and they fainted, one after the other. Morticia was hesitant to kill them, so she had not used all of her abilities. Otherwise, those disciples would have died.

"Activate the Scorched-Earth plan." The voice on the other end, which belonged to his most loyal subordinate, sounded hesitant. "M-Mr. Freeman, the signal is unstable–" The call was disconnected. He immediately called the trusted aide he had planted inside the board, but a secretary's cold voice came through. "Sorry, he is currently in a meeting with Steve." The call was disconnected yet again. Finally, he called the bank manager in Ravendale, but all he heard was an emotionless robotic voice. "Your security authorization has been revoked."

"Why help me? I am just a discarded, broken girl with nothing left. Why do you care?" A small, genuine smile of remembrance touched Helios’s lips. He reached into his suit jacket pocket and pulled out a small, old object, placing it gently into my open palm. It was a tarnished silver locket, scratched up but completely familiar. "You pulled three young boys out of the freezing Silver Lake ten years ago during a storm, Maya," Helios whispered, his eyes searching mine. "You saved our lives when we were drowning, and you dropped this behind when you ran away. We have been looking for our savior for a very long time. The Valerius family always repays its debts, and right now, we also need to cru

Though not yet completely healed, I was going forward, developing, aware of the forces at work. And I knew one thing, I wasn’t as little, as frail, or as lost as I had been, even though I couldn’t name or comprehend the depth or the significance it all held. Whether I knew it or not, Helena, Kallos, and the Moon would show me that something very powerful that had awakened, silently, under the surface and was waiting to be unleashed at the right time.

Vivian whispered, “when I say I’ll burn his entire empire to the ground, believe me. It’s not about redemption or healing. It’s about hate—pure, burning hate for the monster who thinks he’s a king.” Footsteps echoed in the stairwell. Security was closing in. “Go,” Vivian said, turning toward a side door. “Save your friend. Keep Ella safe. And when I call Harrison, be ready. Because my father has spent twenty years building this twisted empire.” She smiled—broken, furious, terrifying. “Time to watch it burn.” She disappeared through the door. I sprinted for my car, the antidote clutched tight. The alarms kept screaming. And Vivian Ashworth had finally picked a side.