Hero Novels & Stories

The liquid nearly spilled. Cassian slammed his fork down. The sound resounding. “Enough,” he said, his voice calm but sharp as a blade. Lucian turned, eyes cold. “You defend her now?” Cassian leaned forward, his gaze locked on his brother. “Someone has to. You lost the right when you decided cruelty made you strong.” The air froze. Lucian sneered. “You think you’re noble?” “No,” Cassian said evenly. “I think you’re pathetic.”

Another wave of tears rolled down my eyes as I set my eyes on Bert. “Bert.” I immediately stretched my hands out for a hug; “thank you, thanks for your help.” “You don’t have to thank me, Olivia.” He murmured as he pulled back. “I will always be here to help you; I’ll be there for you.” I nodded at him, “how do you feel?” “Just one bullet piercing through my arm can’t kill me.” He laughed and opened his shirt, “see this mark, it’s a gunshot mark from one of our operations.” He pointed to the mark on his stomach.

"War Legate Draco is a hero, so everyone here knows him. Oh my, I went off track there. Who would you like to know about, Mr. Adrian?" "Strider Hicks." "Huh?" The old man was instantly shocked. "That little monster?”

I am not getting Cherish out. I am going to burn this whole fucking place to the ground. I am Ivan Stolkhov, Head Beta Warrior of the White Forest Pack, leader of men, a fucking hero from once upon a time and I will not let Killian’s life be in vain.

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]

Nya hoped someday she would have a curvy figure with large breasts, but for now, she used her tiny frame to her advantage and folded herself into the shadows, trying to calm her thundering heart before her hiding spot was given away. He would be by soon; she just knew it. Gavin Cross was a talented hunter, as was his father before him. Someday, Gavin would be a fierce warrior, too, just like his father, Xaver. Though King Zar refused to appoint Xaver to a post higher than King’s Commander for reasons Nya didn’t understand, everyone knew that Xaver was the best warrior in the army and had more kills than anyone else, even King’s General Rok Phin.

His hair color changed to maroon, and he now has a pair of red-orange orbs. Cordelia is the daughter of Euphrosyne—the goddess of good cheer, joy, and mirth—and Ares—the God of war or the spirit of battle. Having them as parents can explain her unending liveliness and her huge urge to fight. Helios, on the other hand, is the son of Heracles—best known as the strongest of all mortals—and Athena—the goddess of battle and strategies. This explains why Helios has the incredible strength where he could wield and use the heaviest sword that exists. Cordelia's appearance became different than it was before. Her childlike eyes turned into a fierce one, still having her purple orbs. She wears black s

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

The packs howled again, the sound swelling into something primal, courage in its rawest shape. Lisa’s smile twisted. She lifted her hand. The wind coiled like a serpent ready to strike. I braced myself, and then a snarl split the right flank. Every head turned. A lone figure moved through the ranks of rogues, slow, calm, as if the battlefield belonged to him. For a heartbeat, every wolf around me tensed, ready to launch. I stepped forward, teeth bared. “LORENZO.” I snapped. “You fucking dare show yourself in our lands? “