Fighter Heroes Novels & Stories

She was destabilised and Ill at ease. Jack was a good man and easily the best father Miriam had come to know since she was a child. However, his long service on his job as a secret service agent and his numerous adventures in the course of unravelling political espionage, intrigues and the damaging cloak-and-dagger activities of the enemy governments threw him in the country's good light as a hero and, as expected, he effortlessly registered his name in the bad book of the enemy governments; thus, the heroic Jack became a target for the enemy camp. The bad blood against Jack Banning from political antagonists and other forces splashed upon his family, putting his wife, Patricia and his only

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

The intense urge to catch her was strong but he couldn't do that at the sacrifice of his men. "YOU MOTHERF*CKERS! GREET YOUR FATHER," Hunter snarled, charging at them. Both of his claws extended out as he slashed one of the men. Instead of tossing his body away, he ripped his insides out as blood spurts on his face but he was smiling. The looks on the faces of his enemies were magnificent. They looked terrified. Hunter's men shifted into their wolf form as they lunged at the enemies. Including Hunter, there were only four of them while the enemies were nine in number.

Better to give them space to breathe, let them think they’ve got control. I told her she didn’t have to be scared with me. She probably doesn’t believe me. Hell, maybe she shouldn’t. I’m not the hero type. Never was, never will be. I’ve done things that’d make her run if she knew. Things that stain a man’s hands no matter how many times he washes them. But looking at her—eyes darting, shoulders drawn in tight like she expected the world to hit her again—I felt something I don’t let myself feel anymore.

"My daughter's biological father was a war hero!" "A war hero?" Miriam blocked our path. "You say he's a hero—who's going to believe that?" She stepped closer, almost right in our faces. "I'd advise you to drop this. Save your energy and start reconsidering your options. Some schools just aren't meant for certain people." Mom's hands were shaking with rage. "What business is it of yours? What we do is our own business!" Miriam let out a scoff and brushed past us. But as her bodyguards followed, one of them deliberately shoved Mom—hard. She tumbled down the wet steps, landing in a heap on the soaked pavement.

As the first wave of warriors clashed, steel met flesh, claws tore through armor, and the scent of blood filled the air. She didn’t hesitate. With a fierce growl, she lunged forward, slashing through enemies with newfound strength. A dark figure leaped toward her, fangs bared, but she reacted with deadly precision, sending the warrior flying with a burst of energy. Luca and Damien fought beside her, their movements a seamless dance of destruction. Despite their differences, they worked together, their strength complementing each other’s in battle. Luca tore through enemies with brutal efficiency, while Damien’s raw power left devastation in his wake.

Then I heard car engines, coming from the west. Through a broken window, I saw vehicles racing toward the compound. They crashed through what remained of the barriers, skidding to stops. Fenris emerged from the lead vehicle, a rifle in each hand. Behind him poured fighters, at least eighty of them. Mercenaries, by the look of them. “Thought you could have a war without me!” Fenris shouted, grinning like a madman. He opened fire, cutting down Lars’s fighters advancing on the pack house. His mercenaries spread out, hitting Lars’s forces.

They act fast, lifting her lifeless body off the ground and racing back towards their Alpha, still watching from his viewing point. I scream from desperation as I try reach for her, try to get to her. Faith abandons me for a mere second when I see more fighters heading our way. More muscle without a scratch on them. Unbelievable, there’s just too many of them. Then I realise that the Amber Desert warriors are raising their fists into the air…cheering. These were their pack members…and at the front was their Alpha…Than. Their arrival gives us a small respite as the White Moon fighters split and charge towards

He says. Jessica makes a hmm sound, “But I remember her specifically saying we fighters know what type of risks we take, or something along those lines. I don’t think I heard wrong. I’m pretty sure I heard her say she was a firefighter.” Jessica goes deep into thought trying to recall the conversation again. She knew she was not mistaken. Damon shrugs his shoulders. “Well, that is none of my business what she does for work. tell me how my baby boys are today?” Damon asks.

Looks like his sacrifices will be remembered, after all, she thought. But the heroic deeds of the Hiscoun Village defenders didn't remain in that village. It spread like wildfire throughout the continent, thus reaching a few Kingdoms. It even went as far as reaching the reigning monarch of Kingdom Caelum, with the news piquing his interest as they told the tales of a certain human whose strength is on par with a fairy and what's suspected to be a dragon.