Dxd Hero Novels & Stories

Regardless, I hated seeing him in distress and wished for nothing more than for him to feel better. It was comforting to have him with us, and I hoped the evening would bring him some peace. I invited Dax for dinner, feeling it was the best decision since he would otherwise lock himself away in his dark apartment. Dax was a large man, likely due to his military background, with a muscular build reminiscent of the pack warriors I had trained years ago. Despite his impressive physique, his self-esteem seemed quite low. He was more of a shy, quiet person, though his love for children had driven him to become a teacher.

I didn’t dislike Daisy simply because she was Xander’s former girlfriend. My animosity stemmed from her dishonesty—her compulsive lying. A year ago, during a critical rescue mission, Xander suffered a devastating injury. The shamans declared it irreversible: his wolf power crippled beyond natural healing. Their only suggestion, a faint hope, was Moonlight Water, a legendary elixir whispered about in ancient tales. Everyone gave up on him. They deemed him a lost cause. Everyone… except me.

"This is the localized chronological-shunt drive. This is how he moved faster than Dax." The heavy durasteel doors of the chop-shop hissed open. Dax walked in, carrying a thermos of synthetic black coffee he’d scavenged from the Ward of Clouds. His heavy leather cut had been expertly stitched back together by Sienna, but his left forearm was still completely bare, wrapped in a compression bandage where his old Phase-Gauntlet had violently overloaded. He didn't look like a man who had just conquered the sky. He looked restless. The Speedrun King didn't know how to sit still.

Madison Sofia mentioned Dax’s new bodyguard the last time I spoke with her. Apparently, Dax met the guy in prison and at some point, saved his ass in a yard scuffle. To step in as Dax’s bodyguard meant the guy was dangerous. What I didn’t expect was his size. Dax is a large dude. Duke takes large to another proportion. He’s the biggest man I’ve ever seen in person—pure muscle on an almost seven-foot frame, shaved head, surprisingly intelligent blue eyes, clean-shaven, wearing jeans and a black skintight tee, with chain-accented black biker boots. The perfect, if there is such a thing, Aryan comes to mind. Sofia had reservations about him until he rescued her two-year-old hellion daughter fro