Hero Avatar Novels & Stories

He found out, eventually, who I am the night of the full moon a few weeks after he rescued me. I can't recall what happened that night but I can never forget his steady voice in my head calling out my name "Victor" nonstop. It was a name he gave me days after rescuing me, which means Superior. When I asked why he chose to call me "Victor," he said that it will remind him of the night he found me. He wasn't afraid of the critter inside of me and knowing that he wasn't scared of me, I felt safer and in control of who I am.

All the feelings of happiness of him being here were quick to fade as he spoke the worst words imaginable to me. "I am Alpha Denver to you and everyone else," He barked, making me flinch a little at his words. "What?!" I shouted, both enraged and shocked by his comment towards me. I stood up from the ground, moving to be face to face with my mate. He's crazy if he thinks I'm below him. I have Alpha blood in me as well; what makes him think I'm someone to be talked down to? I am the twin sister of Timothy Shaw, the daughter of Aaron and Helena Shaw of Dark Moon Pack!

She nodded again and again, taking the badge with both hands, her voice breaking. "Thank you, Eleanor. Thank you!" The comments exploded again–this time in gold. [Damn! That level of grace; insane!] [This is what a true female lead looks like–lifting someone out of the abyss instead of holding a grudge!] [Girls help girls! I'm calling it–this is the most hype esports story of the year!] [Orion team, let's go! Win the championship for Janet, too!]

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

“You’re letting your ego drive this. This isn’t strategy, this is obsession. You saw her once and now you’re already risking everything for a woman who…” “…is his weakness,” I interrupted. “You said it yourself once, didn’t you? Valerie is what keeps Xavier human. What grounds him. Without her, he falls apart. So why not start there? The woman that would make everyone bend the knee to her will. Start by destroying her.” “She’s pregnant.” That made me pause. For a moment, the glass almost slipped from my hand. And for just one second, my wolf nearly growled. “I see,” I said slowly. “So the mighty Alpha finally claimed her fully. And not only that, but his position as an Alpha whose blood will

But modesty is still valued in the human world, so we know to cover up. “Alpha Scarlett.” I hear a familiar voice call out. I turn to see Alpha Connor running towards us. “Alpha Connor. Good to see you. Just wish it could be under better circumstances.” I say to him. Alpha Connor is closer to my parent’s age than to mine but wasn’t mated until he was a bit older, so his pups aren’t yet old enough to take over his pack. He may not be a spring chicken anymore, but he’s still one hell of an Alpha. And he has the handsome good looks of a matinee idol with piercing blue eyes, a strong, square jawline and salt and pepper grey hair.

Alaric stood at the edge of the field, arms crossed. His gaze swept over every pair of fighters with cold precision. When he wasn't speaking, his entire presence radiated the kind of Alpha dominance that made everyone tense on instinct. This was Alaric. The hero of the entire werewolf world. The legendary Alpha who'd risen to godlike status in the Vampire War. Every pack revered him. Every enemy retreated at the sound of his name. But my second look landed on his arm. Alaric wore a long-sleeved training shirt. When he raised his right hand to adjust a warrior's stance, his sleeve shifted slightly, revealing a small patch of skin on the inside of his forearm.

But even as the pack turned their attention to their meals, Olivia could still feel the weight of their eyes on her. Asher stepped forward, his tall frame towering over the crowd as he moved to address the pack. Clearing his throat, he glanced at Olivia and Cade before turning his gaze back to the crowd. His voice, steady but tinged with something raw and honest, broke the silence. "I’m not a hero," he began. The collective breath of the pack seemed to hitch in surprise. "I know that’s how my mother has painted things, but the truth is far from it. I don’t deserve that title."