Hero Deku Novels & Stories

if I can recall his name is Seisaju he's one of the forth Strongest Kiyosaku. Seisaju : Well Shinjuku we're here. Shinjuku : Yessss Now let the games begin. S1 E10 "Life or Death"

Kōjin: “You kept my daughter alive long enough to come home. The flames remember.” He bows (full ninety degrees). We bow back. The summer after graduation just caught fire in the best possible way. Seras Himuari Nakamura has a God father, a god-tier armor set, and a dragon boyfriend who’s currently speechless with awe. And the rest of us? We’re just along for the blaze. Japan’s never been ready for this crew. But the fire god is. And that’s more than enough. The Armor Chooses June 15, 2029 – Mount Atago, dawn

Name: Kuro Henn Age: 25 years old Relationship to the Host: Stranger System: system 11456 Ability: Speed Identity: Ordinary HD1 Special Circumstances: Brother-con Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Deteriorate Heroes’ [Had a love and hate relationship with his little brother. He will love if the time is right, he will hate if the time is right or wrong. He loves his brother dearly that he didnt upgrade in his Hero level and stayed at the level his little brother is]

I chuckle, but inside, I'm panicking. He called me dada. He thinks I'm his dad. Holy shit. The kid thinks I'm his dad. How do you explain to a ten-month-old that I'm just his mom's friend? Or his aunt's friend. Or. . . how can anyone explain any of this to him? "He was probably trying to say Daniel," Quincy says quietly, watching me to gauge my reaction. I'm trying really hard to not worry her, because there's nothing to worry about. Right?

The huge door was old but yet we are sure that we can't afford to destroy how thick is it! "Sava..." Neri looked at me with her teary eyes. I gave her the same reaction as I. "We are too late." I mouthed in a defeat matter. --- "DEKU! WAKE UP! DEKU! DEKU!" "H-he's dead." I cried and slowly draw near Deku to give him my last hug! I was supposed to be doing this recently. Deku! "Hey, Deku... wake up! Deku!" I tried to wake him up and touch him on his face. Yes, I punched him but that doesn't mean that it will lead to his death! He wasn't bleeding at all!

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."

I quickly stand and started walking away. “Thank you for stopping by, Ms. One punch girl!” he shouted. “I have a name!” “I also have too! Akihiro! Not a superman nor a batman but still a Hiro. You’re Hiro, exclusively for you!” --

Sugar Aquarius patted his forehead for a while. “No, I think ‘My Hero Monster” is the most suitable, the most loving and is the cutest nickname for you,” said Evania not releasing her hug yet. “Okay… Up to you then… Since you’ve safely arrived at your home, I think I’ll go back to my place right now…” Sugar Aquarius would turn round his body right now. “You’ve promised to cure and heal my injured ankles, My Hero Monster…” Evania was still hugging her hero monster with her quite pampered behavior.

“I want 15 strong men with me this night. Dymas has returned from Kronos and has brought with him men rumored to have dragon blood in them. The king will put them to the test. You are to stand guard and protect the king from sudden attacks if there are any.” A few moments later he had selected 15 of them. One of them was his friend, the only man among them with whom he spoke freely. Henrik, though older than Perci by 5 years, was the prince’s best friend. As soon as the men moved away to get ready for their duty, Henrik sheathed his sword and moved toward him. He was a tall man with a solid build with muscles toned from years of training and horse rides. His short raven black hair framed a h

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b