Generation Hero Novels & Stories

“That was because of Godfather—Gotham.” “Was Gotham part of your group?” "He trained us. Godfather is one of The Underground’s first generation. They're called Team Zero, and all have weird names. My group is considered part of the second generation." She continues to carefully clean my wound. “What’s the difference between the first and the second generation?” “The first generation are now old men—and women. We’re younger and prettier, I guess?” She shakes her head. “Is that the only difference?” “Well, that and the fact that they were drugged. Their loyalty was ensured by a special type of drug.”

Was Clara of the old generation then? “Yes Child. This generation of Beastmen - those who survived after the last Great War - is referred to as the new generation. The old generation folks died long ago.” Clara answered succinctly. “I see,” Kylie nodded her head with a bit of surprise on her face. That meant even Sir Kaizo was part of the new generation. “Why don’t we believe in the legend then?” Kylie asked, her words revealing that she had accepted her identity as a Beastman. Clara smiled at her subconscious action. With a small shake of her head she sighed and said,

"The white is lonely. It just wanted a home." The Shadow Claws fell to their knees, gasping for air. The silver fire retracted into their skin, leaving behind a fine, iridescent sheen of starlight. They weren't "Purified," and they weren't "Shadowed." They were something new. They were the first warriors of the "Genesis Legion." Lyra fell to her knees beside her son, her hands trembling as she pulled him into her chest. She felt the warmth of his skin, but it was different now. It was a warmth that carried the weight of the entire world.

Diesel commented. “My lab is working on a vaccine. A serum that will genetically modify their DNA so their warrior gene stays dormant.” “Warrior?” “Hunters have six gene sequences that trigger aggression towards enhanced humans. In adolescence and young adulthood, they manifest as bullies. The way Sebastian was towards Adam and Esme. He would have needed another hunter to mentor him to perfect his skills. They usually hunt in pairs or groups for their protection. Sometimes, a hunter will go rogue. Without proper training, they can not control their urge to kill anyone.”

“You think I don’t hate this? That I don’t wake up every night wishing I could change it? You have no idea what it’s like knowing I was built to protect the one person I was never supposed to love.” My breath catches. “Built to protect?” He freezes. “What do you mean built?” I ask. He doesn’t answer right away. His shoulders stiffen, his gaze turning distant. “I was part of Genesis too,” he finally says. “Prototype One. The first Guardian. Enhanced reflexes, genetic resilience — and a fail-safe command. To die before you do.” My heart stops. “You’re not—” “Human?” He gives a sad, crooked smile. “Not entirely.”

In an instant, iron grilles slammed shut over the main doorways, and the automatic fire‑suppression system released a thick mist, blinding the enemy. Amidst the chaos, a figure emerged from the smoke and fog. He carried no firearm, only a tactical dagger. His face was an exact duplicate of Mavric’s. Julian Jr. “Welcome home, brother,” Julian Jr. said with a deeply repulsive smile. “And thank you, Liora, for opening that safe for me. I need that second key to complete the Genesis sequence inside my own body.” Mavric stepped forward, discarding his empty gun and drawing his own folding combat knife. Two men with identical faces now stood facing each other in the wreckage of the great hall.

Ginny replied and Wilder smiled. “It’s not very far and you can take a bouquet for them” He was pleased and he wished his parents were alive to see the kids because he knew they’d love them. “I wonder what they looked like…” Giovanni muttered, digging into his food. “You have the eyes of my mom Ginny and Gerald has that of my dad’s while Giovanni has the same face” Wilder replied and they all beamed happily. “Eat your breakfast, we’re leaving soon” Olivia urged and they nodded, eating happily as they anticipated going to the burial site.

" My phone buzzed. Catherine had finished the Genesis documentation and wanted us in the medical bay immediately. The files spread across her monitors told a bigger story than anyone anticipated. "Third-generation Genesis wasn't just about pattern recognition," she began. "It was about creating leaders. People who understand human behavior so completely they can guide entire organizations, nations, movements. Emily, your daughters are designed to be evolutionary apex predators in social hierarchies." "You created future dictators?" "Future everything. Presidents, CEOs, cultural architects and whatever they choose. By adulthood, they'll manage hundreds of relationships simultaneously, predict

“You don't think that I can inherit it do you” His voice was low as he leaned closer. “I think you are bluffing. You lack the necessary qualities.” I grinned quietly. “Then watch me.” Dante's hold tightened and before I could say another word he yanked me away. Barry's eyes were staring into my back as we left. “Very well done,” Dante murmured. “He's upset now.Well done. That's the strategy.” I knew in my heart though that this was just the beginning. The war was on. And I was prepared to destroy everything by fire