Hero King Novels & Stories

Atlas, Adonis, and Xerxes “I think of Adonis because he is so beautiful, but then he would not only be known for his beauty but for his strength, which makes Atlas more suitable; also, he will succeed me when I am no more and will rule the Titans, who are the heroes. He would be the hero among heroes, which makes me think about Xerxes.” “He will be called Xerxes. He is a hero among heroes. His parents are warriors, and I know he will become a great warrior someday,” Laika said.

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

He looked around: “Faith was right.” “More than right,” the voice said again. “Show yourself.” “If that's what you wish.” “Yes.” “Alright,” the voice disappeared, in front of him stood, the goddess of war, Alera. He bowed in respect. “You are the chosen king. Your reign starts now!” From him our main hero traces his line.

THE ROGUE KING. Keondra turned to look at him. “I know who you are!” Hilda repeated and walked to him. His eyes and fangs returned to normal as he packed his hair and walked back to his truck. “I know you!” Hilda followed him. “No you don't.” He climbed into his truck. “The Rogue King.” She smiled. “You are the Rogue King.” “You don't know what you are saying, go home.” He started the vehicle but Keondra planted herself in front of it. “Tell your friend to move out of the way.” He looked down at her.

I had no home, no family, and no escape from this living nightmare. ********* Romario's POV I arrived at the King's Manor fashionably late, but as they say, better late than never. Jose King, the formidable ruler of the Mafia world in the south side, and my father's childhood friend, greeted me with a warm smile. His intimidating presence was tempered by his kind eyes, and I was grateful he wasn't an enemy. "Rommy, you're late," Namiro chided, as she embraced me. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "Stop calling me Rommy." She playfully scoffed, and I smiled at her teasing.

The right warrior quickly seized the opportunity, his spear hooking onto the left warrior's helmet, sending it clattering to the ground. "Hommes!" A commanding voice shouted from the grandstand above. The crowd gasped in surprise. "That’s Prince Hommes," Veronica quickly whispered, assuming I didn’t know. But of course, I did. His golden hair, now free from the helmet, cascaded down his back, framing his striking, familiar face. His deep blue eyes and handsome features were impossible to forget. He was the future king. As I shifted my gaze, I spotted the man who had called out. His features were similar—golden hair, blue eyes—but Prince Caesar wore a regal crimson cloak. The resemblance betw

Then suddenly, a blast of horn cut through the crowd, instantly silencing the noise. "All rise for His Supreme Majesty, King Xerxes and Her Majesty, Queen Valera!" Everyone immediately rose to their feet and bowed. I looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who had sired the Commander. He looked nothing like Draven. They shared no resemblance whatsoever. King Xerxes was undeniably a good looking man, possessing the sharp bone structure common among high ranking dragons. Despite being centuries old, he still looked impossibly young like he was barely fifty.

Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger. However, things go wrong on a mission when and she ends up encountering Kane King; a tall, brooding and handsome man with a killer smile who keeps making her break her own rules. Ironic, considering the first rule is to never break any of her rules. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

She is the girlfriend of Hercules and also the mother of his son Alex , she loved Alex but about Hercules she is still confused , she don’t know why she feel the love and with time she realized that their love is fading day by day . Anjali Williams : Mother of Hercules , who is in fifties , she is a working women who loved her husband and her three kids, she is also the mentor of Hercules who taught him many thing that results in the form of his success . Alex Williams : Father of Hercules and husband of Anjali , he loved his wife more than his life and then he loved his two daughters , Emma and Alina , about Hercules then they loved each other but most of the time they argued with each o

************** Unknown POV I can’t believe that little shit has the nerve to go hang out with that damn little boy. I’ve gotta keep them apart before the truth is discovered. Leave it to him to be that observant of the damn Alpha King mark. When I black-mailed that witch for the second time, I made her give my son an identical mark of the Alpha King. That way, no one would question his legitimacy.