Fighter Heroes Novels & Stories

The sound of swords clashing and bodies hitting the ground echoed around him. There was one of his sparring partner he took to liking very well. As Silas was sparring with the other warriors, he found himself matched up against a particularly skilled opponent named Finn. Finn was known for his agility and quick reflexes, and he gave Silas a run for his money. The two warriors exchanged blows, their swords clanging loudly against each other. Silas could feel the sweat pouring down his face as he tried to keep up with Finn's movements. He was impressed by the other warrior's skills and determination.

"Yes, Lord Dashkov. Inferion prides itself on the unity between Dhampir and Moroi not only in matrimony, but in battle as well." I looked the young lord over, examining him for any signs of combat training, but one peek at his perfectly unmarred hands had me suppressing a scoff. Sensing an opening, I finally decided to speak. "Interesting, Lord Ozera. And how many of these battles would you say you've participated in?" Victor shot me a sharp look that told me to behave, no doubt sensing the disapproval in my tone, but the others didn't seem to regard it as anything other than genuine interest.

Delilah's smile slowly disappeared turning into one with little emotions. "But that citizen scammed my sister of 4.5 trillion dollars, when I filed a report it keeps getting declined. Fiona did what was right if she filed a report it might as well get declined." Delilah says making the officer short of words. "But, but Fiona assaulted her for a different reason." Officer Bert muttered utterly confused at this point.

But today, looks like I know her already. “Y-you’re—" He didn’t finish what he said when the one with the gray hair spoke. “Death.” He said. That means she was the one I fought when I was still going to Hell Cell? Hell Cell is where gangsters fight. Well not all of them are gangsters. Some are individuals. And I’m one of the non-gangsters. I’ve been training there for 2 years. 2 years ago, I found out that I could make impossible things. I was still surprised because it never entered my mind that there was such a school like this.

“I’ll hold them off.” Reina nodded, and they quickly slipped out the back door. Russe turned to face the incoming men, drawing out his claws. “F*&k you!” He had faced many battles before, but he knew that this one would be different. These men were not like the shadowy figures in the forest. They were real humans, and they were armed.

“Same. I didn’t sign up to be Fate’s favorite chew toy.” Charlie looked at them, pride twinkling behind his exhaustion. “That’s exactly why you were chosen. You question, you challenge, you fight. And you love harder than any warlord ever did. That’s what wins. That’s what kills evil that refuses to die.” A deep silence settled again, this time tinged with reluctant acceptance. Still, none of the men looked remotely at peace with it. Gunner moved toward Cheyenne, his arms wrapping around her from behind. He tucked his face into the crook of her neck, breathing her in like he needed her scent to anchor him. “Just promise me you’ll come back.”

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

"You're Jason Leigh, right? Human resources informed me that you're only a high school graduate. Do you really understand all this?" "I used to be a mercenary," I corrected him in a calm but clear voice. Tony was taken aback, but he quickly laughed out loud. His laugh was so loud that it echoed throughout the workshop. The people standing next to him laughed along. "What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?"

After sending the text message to Aunt Gracie, I thanked the policemen who helped me and quickly switched to a different hotel after that. It was only then that my tension finally eased up. I felt my pounding heart slowly calm down after stepping into my new hotel room. A short while later, however, I received a notification on my phone. Randell and Evelyn had made it official and gone public about it. They posted a photo of their hands tightly holding each other under the street lamp, and the accompanying caption said, "You're my hero." I was just about to block Evelyn on all my social media too when she suddenly privately messaged me and said, "Cassidy, you've probably already seen my post

Hero stood on the other side, a machine gun in one hand, he shot a few men down, seemingly amused. “Hero!” Noah said, knocking down a soldier with his elbow. He noted that his friend wasn’t alone. After Hero emerged, Merrick and Oswald followed. Each had his aura protecting him from the raining bullets. As others got into the picture, the bullets were more determined to take them out. “How is it on the other side?” Noah asked. Hero jumped on a soldier, snapping his arm right off his shoulder, then turned and said. “Not as easy as we have hoped.”