Hero Fantasy Novels & Stories

“You don't think that I can inherit it do you” His voice was low as he leaned closer. “I think you are bluffing. You lack the necessary qualities.” I grinned quietly. “Then watch me.” Dante's hold tightened and before I could say another word he yanked me away. Barry's eyes were staring into my back as we left. “Very well done,” Dante murmured. “He's upset now.Well done. That's the strategy.” I knew in my heart though that this was just the beginning. The war was on. And I was prepared to destroy everything by fire

At the center of it all was their Ace, Kota Roku. Kota had a reputation that preceded him. He was a shadow in the court world, unreadable, lethal, and dangerously accurate. His uncanny ability to mirror any move and make it his own had earned him the title of The Phantom Ace. And now, that shadow had turned its gaze to Taiga. Just minutes before tip-off, Maya had grabbed Taiga by the arm and pulled him aside into the tunnel under the bleachers, away from the team and their growing nerves. The lights overhead flickered as if the universe knew what kind of match was about to go down.

Ser got an invite because Silason was totally crushing on her and Ade was my plus one. Let’s get changed then. I told the girls to go and change first. Serphina went first and changed into a green dress which highlighted all of her curves and also her emerald eyes. She was exceptionally gorgeous. Serephina Freya Grey. She was the oldest child and her father and mine had been friends for a very long time. 'GIRL YOU LOOK GOOD.' Ade yelled. I personally think that that is all that she does. 'DAYUM BABY. YOU LOOK BEAUTIIFUL AS HELL. MATTEO FINNA BE DROOLING.' I screamed while winking at her.

How could she think about him when only moments before she was thinking about the hated Dave and how much she feared him? She flipped her laptop open again and decided she’d continue with her children’s books, the Sacred Sword series, urban fantasy stories about a brother and sister who found themselves in the Himmapan world where the heaven and earth were at war, gods and demons fought for power, and amongst them were creatures like the naga, garuda, and hanuman who aided the two children in their journey to save this world.

Clary reached forward and rested her hand gently on his shoulder and his expression softened just a little as he gained some control back again. “Listen I would never do anything to hurt her.” Torin hesitated a moment before continuing. This was not how he had imagined announcing he was fated to his granddaughter. “Ember is my Goddess Fated, I am her True Mate.” As the words left his mouth shock rippled through those standing close to them. A few warriors let out a growl and Clary gasped slapping her hand over her mouth her eyes wide. David’s eyes narrowed and he opened his mouth to say something but Caleb growled loudly in anger.

He glanced at me questioningly, but all I could do was shrug and apologize again, on behalf of my drunken friend. “I guess she had a little too much to drink,” I whispered. He laughed. “A little?” Julie tapped him. “Are you Prince Charming?” “What?” he replied, turning the key in the ignition, “because I helped bandage you up?” “Are you the hot guy from the woods?” Julie asked, ignoring his question. “The hero who saved Little Red Riding Taylor from the big, bad mountain lion?”

] [They’ll find out soon enough why ‘Wish’ is ranked SSS. By then, the boss had silently appeared right in front of me. “You’re the last one,” he said, voice low and cold. “So… how do you wish to die?” Well, shit. Guess this is really the end for me. Before I got dragged into this horror game, I was the heroine of an erotica—waking up every morning in bed tangled up with handsome men. Totally useless at everything else. Expecting me to come up with some clever survival plan? Not happening.

My father was a hero cop, but I was a blemish to his shining resume as I was a delinquent who smoked, drank, and got into fights. Every time I tried to visit him at the precinct, he would slap me and tell me to leave in front of his colleagues. His fatherly love was all meant for Nana Smith, the daughter of his fallen comrade who was a paragon of good character and academic excellence. When Nana was kidnapped, he sent the entire city's officers after the kidnappers. When I was stabbed three times by some thugs and called him for help, he snapped at me, "Quit being a bother. The death of vermin like you is simply good riddance anyway." Even as I suffocated in agony, I lay in a pool of my