Hero Factory 2 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.

"Activate the Scorched-Earth plan." The voice on the other end, which belonged to his most loyal subordinate, sounded hesitant. "M-Mr. Freeman, the signal is unstable–" The call was disconnected. He immediately called the trusted aide he had planted inside the board, but a secretary's cold voice came through. "Sorry, he is currently in a meeting with Steve." The call was disconnected yet again. Finally, he called the bank manager in Ravendale, but all he heard was an emotionless robotic voice. "Your security authorization has been revoked."

Tristan hasn’t interrupted me for once; he just stares, studying and calculating, then finally says, “Third possibility.” I slide the report toward him. “Someone wants you angry.” His eyes narrow slightly. “I already am.” I grin, flashing my teeth in an annoying way. “I know. They’re counting on that.” I stand and walk toward the map hanging on the wall. “Let’s pretend I’m the enemy—I need Russia and Italy to kill each other, I need Tristan Kozlov to invade Italy, I need Matteo De Luca to prepare for war, so…” I point at Lorenzo’s name. “I resurrect a dead man,” I point at Pavel’s confession. “I leak information,” I point at the transfer, “and I leave Matteo’s fingerprint all over it.”

I have double the warriors on patrol throughout the territory, so we will know when he is here,' Alpha Tate says to Alpha Liam. 'How are we going to capture him then? I haven't gotten hold of half the Alpha's that are supposed to be here to help kill him.’ Alpha Liam growls. 'I will make him choose to surrender, or else I will kill Hope,' he says. 'No!' I shout as I try to break free of Alpha Tate's grip. 'I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!' I scream. 'Oh, don't be like that, Hope,' Alpha Tate chuckles, holding me tighter. I slip my arm free and elbow him in the face. He falls back onto the floor. I quickly stand up and run, grabbing Sally's hand. 'Get her!' Alpha Tate yells, pointing at us

Just like that, Archer lost a month’s allowance, and he now hated me to the bone. Last night, he’d spent hours calling Keira, pushing her to take me down as soon as possible. [Host, affection level has dropped again.] I reassured the program calmly. "Right now, Keira is more anxious than we are." On the fourth day, she swapped out the milk in my breakfast for soy milk. I took off my black-framed glasses, tidied up, and tossed a hunk of bread onto her desk. "Good job today, girlfriend. That’s your reward."

Kat retorted. “Lower your voice, oh my god,” Eli said, warning Kat for somebody might hear what she was saying. “The program had not even started, and yet you all are already fighting? Hi, Boss R!” Hugo spoke while coming near them, not forgetting to greet Eli’s father who came here for the occasion. They shook hands and Ross jokingly tightened his grip on Hugo’s hand. Daniel, Hugo’s twin brother, was there, too. He is the one to accompany the latter in the ceremony.

She'd learned the layout of the main floor, identified security patterns, begun to understand the household dynamics. And she'd seen him. Alpha Kael Stormridge, in the flesh. Marcus's killer. Sera pulled out her phone and scrolled to the photos she'd saved-pictures of Marcus, smiling and alive. The evidence of his murder. The anonymous note that had started everything. She needed to remember. Needed to keep the hatred sharp and clear. But when she tried to summon rage, tried to feel that burning need for vengeance... Nothing. Just exhaustion and emptiness. Her wolf was silent. Her heart was numb. She was a weapon, yes, but weapons didn't feel. They just cut.

Drago asked, his voice was turning chilly by each seconds, “all her life, I have been trying my possible best to give her the best of life. Ever since I lost her mother, I hardly let her out of my sight. The two men that tried this rubbish died the very day and I am ready to forgive you and let you go free if you tell me where the hell to find my daughter and which motherfucker hired you to deliver her!” “You will know soon enough,” El Diablo murmured with a smile. Everything happened in a second, his hands reached to his holsters, pulling out his sliver guns and turning with the series of gunshots heard, more than half the men dropped dead and the remaining two fired at him. He ducked the b

Mark felt like a car hit him, but the robotic suit absorbed most of the inertia from the impact. Now on his back, Mark had to put the armored suit to work, and he used it to block the reinforced, flexible titanium that covered 2Pac’s four knuckles. Mark tried to block every punch that 2Pac attempted to bring down on his half-exposed face. One punch from 2Pac slipped through. The metal man’s fist contacted the top part of the robotic suit’s hyper-alloy helmet. Mark had to get 2Pac off of him and he knew if the robot punched him in the face, he would break every bone in his jaw.

In the hero league there were five categories to a hero. The Jornin. They were extremely good at crazy tech stuffs. Anything technology, coding, tracking even building it. Their code color was green. He had known from day one that would be his ranking. Then there were the Turds. They were the skilled ones. They could handle any kind of weapon known to mankind and they never missed their targets. They were also very good at stealth. Their code color wass blue. They also had the Wintex. Those that used special gadgets that have different super functions. They can omit sound waves, electricity, fire, you name it. In a way it's similar to superpowers. Their code color was purple.