Hero J Novels & Stories

Like I expected , Diego was there, sitting on a table with his phone in his hands and a blue tooth attached to his ear He was on a phone call ,close to the poolside He hadn't noticed my presence yet so I decided to take the opportunity to stare He wore this army joggers that hung lazily from above his waist He had this Calvin Klein boxer waistband showing He had this grey shirt on and this silver chain that glittered under the moon His hair was packed and some strands fell lazily on his face This man was a Greek god What am I even doing with him anyway I'm nothing near what he is I'm just this lil girl who's just good at running Was I really thinking I would be able to create a relationship

Axel states. Before Clause could respond to that, the door burst open revealing Jason with a worried look etched on his face. "Alpha" I stood up, "What is it?" I asked all of a sudden tensed. "it's Lyra."

He was defeated, and that made him feel humiliated. Filled with hatred, he chooses the most beautiful of the warriors to be his mate, but she is the pack's beta mate and is pregnant. That meant nothing to Jackson. He would possess her body and mark her by force. The beta would disown a woman whose body has been used and marked by another man. But Mary was a phenomenal warrior, and knowing that her offspring was in danger if she got raped, she used forces she didn't even know she had and managed to get rid of Jackson, leaving him knocked down on the floor.

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."

Better to give them space to breathe, let them think they’ve got control. I told her she didn’t have to be scared with me. She probably doesn’t believe me. Hell, maybe she shouldn’t. I’m not the hero type. Never was, never will be. I’ve done things that’d make her run if she knew. Things that stain a man’s hands no matter how many times he washes them. But looking at her—eyes darting, shoulders drawn in tight like she expected the world to hit her again—I felt something I don’t let myself feel anymore.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

Soon an arm wrapped around the backside of her head like a pillow. She knew it was Jungkook but she somehow didn't care as she snuggled into his comfortable warmth, his presence soothing her. Eira had no idea why he had this effect on her and it did scare her because he was doing something that she hated. He was an underground fighter for god's sake. He was the one thing she was running away from. Violence. Yet here she was almost snuggled into his arms and she loved it. And soon she found yourself drifting off to sleep. Her eyes closing, tired due to the lack of sleep the previous night and from the events that had happened today.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

But, this wasn't the subject right now. “Do you know what is the difference between a naive fool and a hero of justice?" She clenched her fist, a fierce expression on her face. "It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.”

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.