Generation Hero Novels & Stories

The photos I had secretly taken of him became the strongest proof of my love for him. Sean's expression changed slightly, but Kayla refused to give up. "Photos alone prove nothing!" "Then what about this?" Steve suddenly asked. He tossed a USB drive in front of Sean. "Sean. You found someone to carry a child for you because of a dying woman. You deceived Grandpa. You even fabricated your bloodline. How can you face the ancestors of the Freeman family in the afterlife?" "What did you say?" Sean's grandpa's expression changed dramatically. Sean's eyes narrowed.

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.

"Just imagine for a moment. Group Azure was built with your parents' hard work, this house can't just magically appear, right? It was built, right, Fathia? And then... you have to hand it all over just because you want a peaceful life? I'm not blaming your decision. Not at all. If I were you, I'd want peace too. I wouldn't want any tragedies like this." Fathia pursed her lips. "I'm alone, Fathia. My parents have been dead for a long time. They left me some money, not much, but I have skills. Until I could open a shop." Jess took a slow breath. "My heart would ache if, in my old age, my child, who should be enjoying the fruits of my young labor, is struggling to make ends meet. While my legac

Jason said "Well, I wouldn't blame her. This generation is something else. My mum was so much in love with my father even when he was in a low-level as a pack member. My father fought to make sure that he got the throne but my mum was discouraging him just because she doesn't want him to lose his life. But the women we have today can push you to get a throne and they wouldn't care if you lose your life in the process" "Exactly, they do not see the future in us"

she needed arrest a man to take care of her and her children. As for the male, the impulse was to reproduce, so he didn't want another guy messing with his female. “Romantic? doctor Chambers, the romantic? she teased, and he was pleased to see that her mood had improved. “My God, no. I was going to say it's something programmed into our genes. - He explained the reasoning and then continued. “It's good for the kids too. I think about how I was

she explained, and I raised my brow in confusion. "I don't understand, Mom," I said as she sat on a bench beside her, and I sat close to her. "Do you know why you are the chosen one? Not all people from our generation have blood control magic. The way you control water and ice is the same way you can control the water inside them, which is blood. It's deadly, and it can kill easily. You have that in you, daughter. You can take down thousands of demons within seconds because you are the chosen one," she revealed.

If he had found her, that means they had saved Swayer as well. “Yes but it was already too late. The entire building was burnt to the ground before we got there.” Gerald replied. “We?” Cruella asked curiously. “Yes, I'm from the fire department. I'm actually the captain. When I found you, you were burnt up and I thought you were dead but you suddenly started breathing and I knew God had given you a second chance.” “God? Who is that?” Cruella asked with a frown. “You don't know God? He is the creator. He created everyone and everything.” Gerald explained and Cruella frowned.

Theria giggled and trotted off to say high to the crew. As they entered the training area a man wearing a stag skull helmet greeted him. He smelled like pine and the forest, and he looked like a huntsman from the middle ages. Slung across his back a Dragonuv sniper rifle and modern compound bow complete with arrows. “So the whelp finally arrives. The name is Herne the Hunter.” “Warren Vandal, a descendant of Troy,” He held out his hand and hoped the sniper would take it. A smile appeared through the thick beard, “The queen didn't tell us who you were. She just said you would be joining the team,” His voice remained friendly and even. “How is the eidolon?”

"The third generation developed emotional dependency." "The fourth became violent." "The fifth became uncontrollable." Marco looked horrified. "And Aruna?" Silence. Then Lucien answered. "Generation Six." The tunnel seemed to grow colder. Aruna suddenly understood why Evelyn looked so afraid. Because if Genesis truly existed— Then there were others. "How many survived?" The question left her lips before she could stop it. Evelyn looked away. Lucien answered immediately. "Three." Silence. Aruna's pulse stopped. Three.

“Do you think we’re in Bellum now? Like, in the game itself?” The girl leaned back as she thought about it for a moment. “Now that you mention it, this does feel familiar,” she replied. “It is all very similar, however nothing is identical.” “Wait. What’cha mean, not identical?” “For one thing, respawning was mostly a cutscene, neh? We would watch a video of us stepping out of the regeneration chamber, which looked very different, and then would go into the processing chamber. From there, we would claim our insured loadouts, pay insurance premiums, then re-equip ourselves.