Generation Hero Novels & Stories

“Did you loose someone? Kill someone? What is it?” A loud crack of gunfire echoed through his memories, and the room fell away before him. His eye was against his scope, watching the target. His finger tightened on the trigger, pulled—but he wasn't fast enough" “Asher? Asher?” he heard Kimberly calling. He snapped back to the present. “I said not to push,” he growled, forgetting she was his boss daughter in his anger. “You don’t know anything, Kim, and you sure as hell don’t know anything about what it means to be in the real world.”

All were shouting and joyful as they were awarded bonuses and overflowing gifts from the Royal Caribbean Group and the Celebrity Millenial Cruise. Sandara is one of the Social Hostesses of the Celebrity Millenial Cruise Ship who is handling the Personal Relations in the said ship. She is also a party-goer 21-year-old cruise staff here. Her beautiful face has a resemblance with a local actress Angel Locsin and has a sexy body of 36-24-36. She is 5'7" in height and had an ivory flawless skin.

I muttered. ​He smiled. "But you’re still here, supporting me." ​"Because you're my best friend and I can't just stand there waiting to see if you come back in one piece." ​"This will be a great experience if there’s a survivor, Hannah. You’ll be proud to be a hero," he said, his eyes scanning the horizon. ​"What’s the use of being a hero if you’re dead? What if it blows up the second we step foot there? Oh my God, I’m too young to die!" I cried hysterically.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Because dragon shifters are blessed by the moon goddess with a magic of their own. "With our magic, together, we can rise against the cruellest of those who want to destroy us," my father, the dragon king, used to say as a form of empowerment among us shifters. Two years after their victory, she gave birth to me, the first heir to the throne of my father, then came along my younger sister, Evana. We are five years apart, and I lost her on the day of her fifth birthday. I found out that the same hybrid who was hell bent on stopping my parents' mating came back with an army.

“I’m going without you.” “No no!” He yells dramatically. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” My soon four years old son immediately runs down the stairs. I smile on looking at him. He is so cute in his blue denim overalls and white shoes. Unfortunately, he resembles his father to such a point that I cry sometimes while looking at him. He took over all his features, even the eyes. That intense turquoise colour. I just pray that the colour will change gradually as he grows up. Eren runs to me and hugs my legs. Giggling, he raises his head to look at me with sheep eyes. “I love the Citadel.”

Guilt filled hers, turning into tears that rolled down her cheeks. Sophie spotted me too, high above them all. She screamed, "Anna, I'll kill you! I'll kill you! Why do I get to live again but still lose to you? I should be the one who wins! It should have been Niles who united all humans. Why is this different from last time? Why?!" It was too bad that she would never understand. Relying on men, especially those who saw us as food, would never work. Logan and Niles were dead.

"Then you adapt," Grandma said, taking my hand. "Thea, I know this is terrifying. I was sixteen when I journeyed through the Void. Younger than you. I was terrified too. But I had people supporting me. You'll have the same." "We need to assemble a team," Luna said. "Young heroes. Thea's generation. If she's the prophet, she needs warriors, strategists, healers." "Catherine's son James Marcus," Thelma suggested. "He's eighteen. Shows Alpha potential and reality manipulation from his Verdant heritage."

The comments in front of me exploded instantly, dripping with excitement and malice. [Yes! That's how it's supposed to be! The real heir should be with the hardworking childhood sweetheart who's always loved him. That dumb loser can move aside!] [Brian is a despicable thief. He stole someone else's top university spot, someone else's heir status, and even someone else's woman. People like him are disgusting!] [The real heir finally woke up this time. His main-character arc is just getting started. As for the fake heir, Brian… Without that spot at a top university, let's see how he ever makes anything of himself.]

“But if I was part of Eden’s prototype trials, then Cassian didn’t just manipulate me because I was his brother’s lover or because I was a rebel” Julian nodded grimly. “He needed you because you were the key all along.” Same Night, Northern Siberia, Genethron’s Launch Facility The wind was merciless, howling through the icy landscape like wolves in mourning. Towers blinked red against the snowfall, and inside the subterranean base, Circe stood in front of a glowing cylindrical pod. Inside it floated a synthetic human, genetically blank, a vessel. Not grown from DNA. Not cloned. Built. “Generation Zero is ready,” a technician confirmed, bowing his head.