Hentia Hero Novels & Stories

The system however will never be able to escape this heartless Host command as it began his duty. Attempting Opening Status quo... Loading... Inializing... Downloading... 10..35...50...99.. Successful D******d.... Successful Operation.... Name: Clone Henn Age: 23 years old Relationship to the Host: Stranger System: No system Ability: Glittering Dust Identity: Ordinary HD10 Special Circumstances: Close to Elimination Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Deteriorate Heroes’ [He follows his Young master commands every time, he would kill himself if that was also his Young master command]

The invitation has been processed, and the matching was completed. It was time for them to choose their heroes. Henry was finally willing to return the phone to Georgie now. “There you go. Honey, let’s play together. I can assist you. What do you think?” Without paying any heed to him, Georgie grumpily grabbed her phone and chose Diao Chan as her hero. Noticing she had already chosen her hero, Henry immediately tapped on the Support, Sun Bin. The game started shortly after they had selected their heroes. Georgie quickly bought her equipment and went to the bottom lane.

He gives me a worried look so I mindlinked him. ‘It’s okay, she’s not dangerous.’ I tell him and he furrowed his brows but nods. I looked over to Syria’s direction. ‘She’s a shifter, a dragon shifter,’ I finish my words and Hunter grabbed my arm and looked me in the eye. ‘Are you certain?’ He asked through mindlink. I nodded in reply and he let go of my arm, glancing at the woman named Syria. ‘How?’ He asked.

Persephone cried. She could hear another heavy breathing and the thumping of heart as quickly as her own. In the deep silence, right in front of her eyes, a radiant face revealed itself, first the elegant narrow jaw then the proud cheekbones and the pair of shimmering eyes as black as the river Styx. Silken strands of raven hair unraveled and flowed heavily over a set of slender shoulders. Hades finally appeared from the dark as she removed the Helm of Invisibility from her head. Persephone gasped at the sight of the goddess and she quickly backed herself away in fright.

Her throat dried up when she found him smirking at her. "My bad, I startled you," Hunter said casually, his hands tucked in his pockets and thumbs out. He was wearing black cargo pants, black combat boots, a black turtleneck with the silver chain dangling on his neck, and silver rings with his hair a ruffled mess. Those jade green hues stood prominently out like cold icy glaciers in all black. Silvia swallowed thickly as she lowered her gaze. She tried to stop the trembling of her fingers. The girl inhaled deeply before closing her eyes as she focused on the flow of magic in her veins.

Amelia felt a rush of power she has never felt before coursing through her body. “I hereby proclaim Amelia Snow as the Alpha and first member of the Hunter Race, does anyone stand against this?” Lariempi declared to the heavens with a voice louder than thunder, a few seconds passed and then lightning flashed and thunder rumbled violently, at this very instant Amelia felt something change within her but she couldn’t point at exactly what changed.

They varied in size and appearance, but each of them was clearly a level above the previous fighters on the scenes. Two of them were human males. One was holding a human-sized rectangular shield while the second one had an arc on his back. The third one was a tall tanned woman with white rabbit ears on either side of her head wearing a short skirt and short black leggings with many daggers tied to her right thigh. The last one was a short stocky man who was wearing leather armor and was holding a hammer. "You know them all!!! They are the best! They are the greatest!! They aaaaaarrrreeeeee–The stars of this colosseum!!! Welcome them with your cheers!!"

Her eyes were too familiar, her presence too haunting. And there it was. In small, neat handwriting across the bottom of the photograph: Sapphire. My hand moved on its own, fingertips brushing over the image. I wasn’t even fully aware I’d walked toward it. I felt... something. A stirring under my skin. A pulse of something ancient and confusing. “Who is she?” I asked without looking back. Dante’s footsteps padded toward me, then paused behind me. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he handed me a glass of wine.