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.

Madam Secretary had felt a glimmer of hope, totally convinced that the heroes would be able to take down the last standing alien life form that seemed to be stronger than all the others—Elektris. The Pentagon’s database had managed to gather information on these heroes over the years, having records of their special abilities. They had names like the Blue Streak, Spartan, the Pink Projectile and their most recent addition, the Viper. The appearance of Lady Death had took them all by surprise after she was spotted to be working alongside the other heroes, given her incriminating past life. Of course they had tried to find out how these people came to be—how they got these powers but no resear

So the inner section was forbidden to venture for weaker fighters. On this planet, there were five ranks of fighters. In order of ascent: Soldiers; Animal Hunters; Thrashers; Predators; and Nightmares. Soldiers were the normal humans. They were humans that hadn’t consumed the New Type potion or the now unavailable Savior. Because they had no way to unlock their potential without these potions, their strength was limited, and they were only able to go against other normal humans and normal beasts of this world. Soldiers were very common, and they occupied a large chunk of a human settlement’s fighting force. They were usually referred to as ‘Normies’ by the New Types.

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.