He's A Hero Novels & Stories

The number one healer on the server. Game ID: Miracle Hands. This time, I wore a soft, elegant French-style dress and took my seat early at a high-end restaurant. Miracle Hands turned out to be the refined type–gold-rimmed glasses, polished, dangerous in a quiet way. All it took was one sentence: "Last time in the dungeon, your positioning almost wiped the entire team. You still owe me an apology." Just like that, he willingly cut my steak for me, poured my wine–completely at my service.

In one quick move, Dustin flickered his fingers, and Hero was sent slamming against the rumble. “Hero!” they yelled in unison. Hero groaned as he fell to the ground, the blood he coughed splattered on the debris beneath him. Merrick hurried to his side helping him to his feet. Now they know, this man is no ordinary human. Ophelia had no idea how far his powers went, she hesitated. “Now, as we were saying,” Dustin started, clearing his throat, and turned sideways to Bernard and Valarie. “Does he know the truth?”

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.

When he sucked in a breath it felt like white fire burning through him. Was this happiness? It's been a long time old friend. "I told you I'm not a hero." Her voice broke in three places. "That's funny, I'm pretty sure you saved me."

Hoss raised an eyebrow at Hero. "Mr. Hoss, do you know that the gap between you and Chase is like heaven and earth? Chase can kill you with a single move. You're not even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth!" Hero said proudly. Hoss' face alternated between pale and flushed. He said coldly, "Anyone can brag! You bastard, I just have to ask you one question. How much information do you actually know?" "Of course, all of it!" Hero said confidently. "I not only know Chase's identity but also where he is now!"

"He's healing, Dad. He's so brave. He killed the one terrorist with his bare hands, then took the guy's guns and shot the other four. He saved all of us. He knew they'd shoot him when he entered the gym, but he came anyway. I just can't imagine knowingly entering a place where people will try to kill you. He's a real hero." "He's all of that," agreed Ted. "He could have simply left the area and been safe, but he took the much more difficult path. He put the lives of others before his own. That's pretty much the definition of hero. To think that I actually tried hitting him in the chin. What was I thinking?"

“Even a goalie who throws the ball in the net ten times in a single match wouldn’t be dumb enough to come up with a name like that. You must think you’re Mr. Terrific or something.” Santiago chuckled as he slid the phone back into his pocket. “Mr. Terrific. That was actually funny. Okay, you got me. What would you suggest?” Lola shook her head repeatedly. “No, no, no. I’m not in any position to replace such an already awesome name. I’m not the Tony Stark wanna be here.” “Neither am I. Stark is such a ripoff. I’m Mr. Terrific, remember?” “You wish,” Lola scoffed as she swept her hair away from her face. “You’re just a washed-up bad boy living on daddy’s money.”

He shook his head slowly. “No, Tori. I mean it. I’d be with the Moon Goddess right now if it weren’t for you. As much as an honor it would be to meet her, I’m not ready yet. I will always support you and have your back! I vow this as a warrior!” He places his hand over his heart and bows his head. I felt my eyes well up. “Ryder…” I was too choked up to say anything more. I sensed Victor come up behind me and wrap his hands around my waist.

His eyes followed my every move, dark and intense—like he was scared I’d disappear the second he blinked. The moment it ended, he rushed to me and grabbed my wrist. His voice trembled with sorrow.

“Walk away while you still can.” The guy looked back at his men and burst into laughter. “Dude, are you blind or something? Do you not know how to count? There are three of us and just you, so stop trying to act all tough.” “That is right, man! Don't try to be a hero. Heroes die.” One of the other guys supported, flexing his muscles by folding his arms.