He's A Hero Novels & Stories

Carson states. “Just one more,” I plead before another yawn. “Who’s your hero? Or someone you look up to?” The corners of his eyes crinkle with his gigantic smile. “It’s corny, and you’ll judge me.” I cross my finger over my heart. “I promise no judgement if you’ll tell me why that person is your hero.” “President Bill Clinton,” he blurts out then waits for my reaction. I do my best to keep my eyes from widening and my jaw from falling open.

I know it’s hard for you to see him again but we’d have to get–’ ‘I’m about to break your teeth if you don’t stop talking already.’ I swing a fist under his nose. He scatters away further if that is even possible. Ugh! Some macho Alpha he considered himself to be. Scattering away in fear of mate, wasn’t he supposed to be invincible and whatever the fuck those filthy heroes are? ‘Hero…see! You want him to be a hero.’

They, too, became beacons of hope, defenders of justice, and champions of unity. In a distant realm called Zephyria, a young warrior named Kael discovered an ancient book recounting the hero's tale. Intrigued by the hero's unwavering courage, Kael set out on a journey to find the remnants of a long-lost artifact that could tip the balance of power in favor of darkness. Armed with the hero's story as his guide, Kael faced relentless challenges, but he knew that his actions would ripple through the cosmos, just like the hero's before him.

Name: Marcus Nelle Age: 30 years old Identity: Hero HA2 Ability: Psychokinetic Additional Identity: Father of 3 little naughty children Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Almighty Heroes’ [His bulky figure and scar face scare most children that admire him but his bulky figure was also the one that can make his enemy lower on his level intimidated. He was a tough guy outside but a soft guy at children inside especially for his naughty children.] The scarred guy bio instantly pop up beside his figure with bold characters and coloured blue, no Heroes could see it, even if a Sotiras will be here, they can’t also see it as the privacy is strictly encrypted.

No sight of any way out or chance for surviving, and then I remembered my mom's last words to me. "At your darkest hour, when all seems lost and there is no hope of light. When you feel the darkness pressing in on you from every side, when you find yourself standing on the precipice of oblivion, A Hero will descend from the Moon. His glittering silver face will cast a bright light upon your path. Avoid him, but it will be impossible. You will thrive hard to run... that's when the beast in you will Awake, and you'll meet the real you"

Furthermore, he was not planning on going any time soon, until he got enough evidence that he was drugged. Hero made his way to his car, asking the driver to take him to his mansion at the bright avenue. Even though Hero lived with his family, he had other houses in different areas. As they drove to his Mansion, Hero phone started to ring and he looked at the caller's name. "What do you want?" He said immediately he pressed the answer button at the same time, his expression darken. "You sound upset... However, I don't think your anger should be directed at me. I wasn't the one who laced your drink,"the caller said from the other side of the phone and from the sound of his voice he seemed am

Name: Marcus Nelle Age: 30 years old Identity: Hero HA2 Ability: Psychokinetic Additional Identity: Father of 3 little naughty children Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Almighty Heroes’ [His bulky figure and scar face scare most children that admire him but his bulky figure was also the one that can make his enemy lower on his level intimidated. He was a tough guy outside but a soft guy at children inside especially for his naughty children.] The scarred guy bio instantly pop up beside his figure with bold characters and coloured blue, no Heroes could see it, even if a Sotiras will be here, they can’t also see it as the privacy is strictly encrypted.

Polaris instinctively straightened up, feeling the weight of his attention. “So,” he said, his voice soft but carrying an air of confidence, “you’re the one everyone’s talking about. The underdog who won the science quiz.” Polaris blinked, caught off guard by the directness of his tone. “Uh, yeah. I guess that’s me,” she replied, trying not to sound as nervous as she felt. Hero’s eyes narrowed slightly as if he were assessing her. “I wasn’t expecting much from this year’s competition,” he continued, his voice cool and even, “but I suppose you’ve made things a bit more interesting.”

It was because he was the hope—the mainstay. One minute passed. Two minutes passed. Twenty minutes passed in the blink of an eye and there was still no sign of Adrian. Adaline had made her way to the front of the crowd and shouted at the villa, “Adrian Xander, a hero, is capable of burning his enemies to ashes while jesting! You’re a hero, not a weakling!” A hero and not a weakling? What did it mean to be a hero? A hero was capable of burning their enemies to ashes while jesting!

HIM? “I have my own ways to know what is happening. Don’t think too much, little one.” “I’m not little.” I said, rolling my eyes. “You still look tiny under me. Remember, when you begged me to help you that day?” He made me recollect my past. The way I saw fire in his eyes in trying to kill me. He was desperate to ruin me into pieces. ___