Hero Class Civil Warfare Novels & Stories

"My daughter's biological father was a war hero!" "A war hero?" Miriam blocked our path. "You say he's a hero—who's going to believe that?" She stepped closer, almost right in our faces. "I'd advise you to drop this. Save your energy and start reconsidering your options. Some schools just aren't meant for certain people." Mom's hands were shaking with rage. "What business is it of yours? What we do is our own business!" Miriam let out a scoff and brushed past us. But as her bodyguards followed, one of them deliberately shoved Mom—hard. She tumbled down the wet steps, landing in a heap on the soaked pavement.

Instead, they sent Nero to the war front, a meat grinder where they expected him to perish. But Nero defied their expectations. He became a legend—the King of War. His island-honed skills—martial prowess, medicinal healing, strategic genius—made him unstoppable. He moved through battlefields like a phantom, felling enemies with lethal precision. His knowledge of herbs and remedies, learned from Draco’s ancient wisdom, saved countless allies, stitching life back into broken bodies. His strategies turned New Delta City’s defenses into an impregnable stronghold, its walls whispering his name. His rage, once a raw wildfire, was now a honed blade, sharp and unyielding, its edge set on one goal: v

A few kilometers from the former war site, there are thousands of tents used for camping by Borlal's troops. In that camp there were already more than a hundred thousand warriors led by 3 heroes. They are Amura the spear hero, Yusagi the shield hero and Kawa the bow and arrow hero. "Sir, the reconnaissance troop has returned," said one of the soldiers to Amura the spear hero who was in the big tent. "Send them in!" Amura tidied up the books and letters he was reading on his desk.

I pick up some mud from the ground and let it run through my fingers, allowing the descending mud to calm me down. “Gravlin Valley was not a simple stride. You think it was easy? I lost friends there too, people like you and I. Soldiers” I tell him “We faced the metal men and the hordes, I know what it feels like when the creaking of their gears echo across the field. And don’t forget we all fought in the Long War before all this? I mean for love of Providence, we all fought here against the Persians in the Long War didn’t we? Even if Captain Gilderscrowns did betray the principles, are we not all still part of the 17th Legion” I stare him in the eye hoping to bring my point. He then replies

Lavinia's voice rang out powerfully, disallowing any argument. The words echoed across the battlefield, lingering in the air. The war hero token was personally authorized by the King of Dasovia and issued by the Cabinet Elders, granting its holder the power to mobilize troops in critical moments. The authority of the war hero token surpassed even royal family edicts. This wasn't meant to undermine the royal family entirely but was a deliberate measure to limit their power. Sure enough, the soldiers obeyed without hesitation. To them, the royal family was distant and abstract, but the war hero was a tangible role model. The choice of whom to listen to was obvious.

Herbert frowned and grunted, looking displeased. Zoe was taken aback, but she quickly assumed an arrogant demeanor. "Alexander, considering your retirement from the war, Herbert and I are willing to spare your life today. We're willing to let bygones be bygones. However, you must divorce me!" Alexander chuckled. Marriages were sacred for those in the military, not to be trifled with. Moreover, given Zoe's capabilities, she could not possibly want a divorce so easily... As for the rest, Alexander—known as the Lord of War—held a status equal to the ruler of Wyverna. Let alone in Ol' Mare's registry, none of the intelligence agencies of various major powerhouses had a trace of his information.

This was a 'war' between two barons in this world, and it would not even be considered a skirmish on the scale of the old Blue Star. As for mobilising all the adult males in the fief to go to war with a spear in their hand, there was no such thing on this continent. War had nothing to do with civilians, and the true gods would not allow their followers to go to war on a large scale. Thanks to the wealth of Baron Stewart's domain, every regular soldier had a helmet, chain mail and a long sword, and 30 of them were also equipped with bows and arrows. The militia were equipped with helmets, leather armour and spears, and 30 of them were equipped with small round shields.

She was about to ask if it was him who saved her and her son but stopped seeing that Aldophus was already on the other side of the battle and he had already began a one-sided slaughter on the ironclad spiders. The ironclad spiders had an incredibly tough body, as their name suggested, their defenses were top tier in the realm of mystical creatures, a mature ironclad spider was capable of fighting head to head with even Alpha Wolve's, even if it couldn't win the battle it was sure to escape with it's life. "What do we do captain?" The leader of the villager's came back to reality and watched his surroundings he had been mesmerized by Aldophus's performance and had stood with his mouth agape.

As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the city, Emberlyn and Keagan made their way to the designated meeting point for their night patrol. The air crackled with anticipation as they joined the other squad of C-class heroes awaiting their orders. Keagan and Emberlyn reported to their patrol, they found themselves surrounded by a diverse group of C-class heroes. Among them were Dante, a brooding and mysterious guy with a dark aura, and Lily, an outgoing and affectionate girl who seemed to light up the room. They also encountered two goofy brothers, who brought a sense of lightheartedness to the team. Leading the group was their mentor, a retired B-class hero who had taken o

I had already soiled myself enough in war to hesitate if someone is bent on killing me. “This is because destruction wears a family face. A face you know very well. Flesh of your flesh and blood of your blood. When he wields his sword, you will want to show pity, but don't hold back.” My face went white as if I had seen a ghost. They recognised that look and preyed on it. “Ahh! The dark one knows what or whom I'm talking about, so pray tell. Is he someone you love? For the sake of the world, you will have to unleash your fury to them.”