Herald Of Steel Novels & Stories

The out-of-control car plummeted hundreds of meters, and the moment it struck the sea, darkness claimed me. When I woke up again, I stood at the rally’s award ceremony. The crowd surged around me, immense and unstoppable. Jack and Alanna stood at the center of the championship podium, holding the trophy, their fingers entwined, speaking their acceptance speech to the cameras. “Standing here, I must thank Alanna. She’s not only my navigator, but also my anchor, the person who keeps me grounded.” Alanna lowered her gaze, smiling shyly. “It’s Jack who has the skill. He practices every day and knows every curve of the terrain by heart.”

“You’re all so noble. So righteous. But the truth is, you’re no different than me. You’ve killed, lied, and manipulated your way here. You think you’re the heroes of this story?” “Heroes?” Drake said, his voice sharp. “Lady, no one here is pretending to be a hero. We just want to stop you from burning everything to the ground.” Elena leaned back in her chair, her smirk unwavering. “And yet you’ll fail. Because you don’t understand the game you’re playing.” --- The Assault The sound of approaching vehicles echoed in the distance, followed by the rhythmic hum of helicopters. Sage’s voice broke the tense silence. “They’re here. Four armored SUVs and a team deploying from the chopper. At least t

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

Thick steel bars descended over the windows and doors, and the number of guards doubled. A man dressed in ornate steel armor marched back and forth in front of the assembled group of chainmail and pikes, "The time has come to show the people of this fine city how much we care. You have trained until you heaved your guts and then trained some more. All of you are heroes just for showing up. Worry not about your loved ones, I will see to it they are cared for should you fall." He drew his sword, "We shall win the or my name isn't Tiberius Steel," He pumped his fist and the men cheered for their leader.

One clawed finger inches from my face and reached out— Then—WHOM! The temple was illuminated by a golden flash. Half of the beast was chopped in two by a sword. “Get down!” a voice yelled. I dived to the floor as another beast came toward me, but a blade hit it mid-air. In the smoke, the thing disappeared. I raised my head. He was the one. The Herald. His face was rigid with rage, and he stood tall, luminous with strength. "Nyla!" He yelled. "Go!" "No!" I responded with a shout. "I won't abandon you!"

Her white eyes glowed and fury was written all over her pale visage. History was being rewritten. A history that had happened millions of years ago was about to take place again. The war and death goddess got up from her throne and with the Okulus, she used it to summon her army. An army that she would take with her to that mortal world and finally procure Reign—the last of the Heralds. "Our time has come my loyal subjects! Now let us go and get what is rightfully ours!" she hissed just as the thundering footsteps of her army could be heard already gathering behind her.

A towering figure of crystal and gold flame, its face featureless but radiating intelligence. Sylra cursed under her breath. “A Herald.” Edward drew his sword. “What’s a Herald?” “An extension of the god’s will,” she said quickly. “Not a fragment—a messenger.” The creature tilted its head, and its voice rang through the clearing, deep and resonant. You carry the pulse of the divine, mortal child. Why do you resist the call? I stepped forward slowly, feeling the energy pulling at me. “Because I don’t serve the gods. Not anymore.”

They shapeshift into different things to show their love for their master. “Alright my friends it is time for us to have one last fight. Are you both ready?” Kalen asked them. Diablo and Star shook their bodies yes. Kalen saw Merlin holding a cylinder in his hand. Kalen was confused when he saw it. “Steel thought you might need a new spear for this fight. This spear is created from spectral metal, and it is the most powerful weapon he has ever created. Use it well,” Merlin said as he hands Kalen the cylinder.

He immediately stops playing and sighs desperately. "Don't stop." I quickly say. He ignores me and clears his throat. "I don't know what happened to me." Smiling, I take his hand and begin to draw a heart shape on his palm. "Eren..." I start softly. "You are my shield. I've always admired your confidence, your courage and I know that you will win this battle too. I'm not telling you this just to make you feel better. I really mean it. Nothing can bring you down."

She asked in annoyance and gnashed her teeth to stop herself from being rude. "You were drinking again, weren't you?" The voice was stern, bold and alarming, which was scarier than a lion's roar. That voice could keep people on their toes. A husky old man with a scruffy white beard resembling him to Santa Claus, except that he was a much scarier version of him which would make children run for the hills. Her grandfather Benjamin Winchester was the chairperson of the multinational company 'Royal Steel'.Nicknamed 'The Man of Steel' because of his temperament as tough as steel.