Generation Hero Novels & Stories

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

“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.

In the end, they still have access to all the tabs which means the first one hundred know way more than you and especially mastered the usage of the shop and how to effectively earn and spend points. Fear crossed Agatha's initially tranquil expressio

"My father got this on my 18th birthday. Champions are different from the first-generation Mobile Armor. They're the true combat Mobile Armors. They were with the Turmann family for countless years. Those Mobile Armors created after Champions were just some soulless broken pieces. They were tall. But they can only be controlled remotely. Humans can't enter those Mobile Armors. Thus, synesthesia systems don't exist for those Mobile Armors. They're just a bunch of meaningless machines."

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

I walked up to the door and softly opened it. "What? That is no longer what I want, bodyguard once more! It is tedious. He took a break from talking to me to gaze at me. He arched an eyebrow at me and asked his Daddy, "What's his name?" "Meet your new bodyguard, James Villianuevva." "This? My new bodyguard Dad, are you sure you want to do this? " "Yes, I do think you'll like her. You'll find common ground, especially if you talk about beauty and go shoe shopping.

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.

Well, I can’t believe that their story is over. My heart tore up when I wrote the last chapter. But I’m also so happy that Eren and Hayat got their beautiful ending, together with their son. Maybe with their new baby as well. Erena. Perhaps a sequel? Haha.