Hental Heroes Novels & Stories

Zeci said lazily. Hana poked her hand into Zeci's stomach and replied, "With a girl with no clan behind her like me," "It's clear in the letter that it says so," Zeci tried to argue. Hana shook his head slightly and said, "The Heros is not simply a regular competition, Zeci. Black Dome doesn't need to intimidate someone as unremarkable as me,"

Melenia POV Thirty minutes later, the Uber came to a stop at the Golden hotel, and I quickly stepped outside and walked toward the building, taking a deep breath. Outside the hotel was crowded with news crews, paparazzi, and fans, and then it clicked to me that I couldn't enter such a high-security event, and it felt useless that I came all this way. But I wasn't willing to leave, not without seeing Luke, looking him in the eyes, and hearing him say that all that had happened was a publicity stunt and that he didn't just cheat on me in front of the entire world.

Madam Secretary had felt a glimmer of hope, totally convinced that the heroes would be able to take down the last standing alien life form that seemed to be stronger than all the others—Elektris. The Pentagon’s database had managed to gather information on these heroes over the years, having records of their special abilities. They had names like the Blue Streak, Spartan, the Pink Projectile and their most recent addition, the Viper. The appearance of Lady Death had took them all by surprise after she was spotted to be working alongside the other heroes, given her incriminating past life. Of course they had tried to find out how these people came to be—how they got these powers but no resear

Just one line: "Defeat is humiliation. Even victors can learn to lose." No name. No signature. "That's it?" Lennox asked. Kenji nodded. "For now. Nothing else." "Facial recognition?" "They wore hoods and masks. Generic clothing. Only odd detail—we spotted a neck tattoo on one. Not clear, but likely Cyrillic. Could be Ukrainian or Russian." "There've been cases in Berlin," Diego said quietly. "Illegal boxing clubs. Soviet-era zones. Abandoned factories. They raided some two years ago—but didn't clean them all out."

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

Tom answered. "Then why are you back at the hospital?" I asked. "I wished to speak with you personally, Alpha," he said. "Go on," I said. "Alpha, those women you call assailants are relatives of the deceased warriors. Traditionally, the beta, gamma, and Alpha help those families survive while they mourn. What happened today contradicts that. I fear it could cause pack problems," Tom said. "Actually," I replied, "the only problem this should cause is the immediate death of those families if left unchecked. They dared lay hands on an Alpha’s wife and leveled accusations. Her bruises could have been fatal if I hadn’t arrived when I did."

Zeres has always been the winner right from the start and he would always be the winner. After a few moment, other war mongers arrived. They were cladded in armor. Most especially, armed with swords and the Stagladiers. The Stagladiers were deadly weapons used to obliterate it's victim once targeted. It had a high proficient chemical mixed with the vile blood of a corrupted creature. So once sprayed on it's victim can cause a very fatal blow or explosion. These war mongers were also armed with swords and calipers. Some wielded spear with it's peak poisoned.

Half of those that were participating had not even known why they were fighting in the first place but deeply held hatred and resentment of each other's club was good enough for many of them to throw hands. Brick leveled at least half the group that came for him smirking and making wisecracks as he moved about tossing them around like they were small children with ease due to his superior strength and reflexes. He made his way through the would-be guards of the establishment and found himself face to face with Vec Tanner, the leader of the Coyotes himself.

Liam says, “is one of the oldest magical lines in Hallow’s Edge. Your ancestors helped found this town. They built the wards. They kept the balance. They protected the people here from the Hallow.” I frown. “What exactly is the Hallow?” Grace answers softly. “An ancient entity. A hunger. It’s not a spirit or a demon, it’s older than that. It feeds on power. On life. And the Warrens were the only ones strong enough to keep it contained.” Liam continues, “Your mother, Delaney, was the last full‑blooded Warren witch. The strongest in generations. And when she became pregnant with you… Jason saw an opportunity.”

“Nah, I loved your pops too much to let you have anything but the best. That man was the best of the best. Not one fuck up in more than thirty years of working for my family. That’s something special. But hey, look at you. You’re on your way to being the next Mordechai Zoil.” “Technically I already am,” I reminded him. He laughed, then all of his men laughed along with him. Didn’t seem too funny to me. Every first born on my dad’s side got the same name. Jonathan walked away from me, going back to the two bleeding men on the ground. He sighed at them, once again asking what he would do with them. I already knew what he would do with them. Their fates had been sealed the moment they fucked up