Hero Of Ages Audiobook Novels & Stories

“My family has been tasked with the keeping of this pendant and more recently, I was tasked by the current king, my father, with finding the Fellstar descendant when the time came and all the signs point to that being you.” “Ha!” I think. “He truly is delusional. First off he thinks he’s a prince and now he thinks I’m some magical prophesied heir. Me? The orphan with no clue about my family? What is this some cliche book?” “You probably think I sound utterly insane right now. I can’t say I blame you but I can prove everything I am saying. Maybe after that you can forgive me for this.”

Alpha Hercules mentally pictured what Audrey was describing, but he couldn't put a specific name to it, based on the numerous ancient books he had read. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and after Hercules gave his consent, it turned out to be Alexandros. "Alpha! You have to see this." Alpha Hercules and May looked at each other and both stepped down from the throne room, walking side by side, while Audrey stepped aside and they walked past her. Audrey was right behind them as they stepped out of the chambers. "Apparently, the rumors are false, this right here is the man that was said to have been killed." Audrey overheard Alexandros speak.

" The comments kept flying past. [LMAO, she's about to get exposed.] [Our girl chats with the pros every day–there's no way she wouldn't recognize the voice.] I let out a soft laugh. "I use a voice changer in-game. I rely on my skills to make a living–I'd rather not invite unnecessary trouble." Then I casually dropped a detail only the two of us would know. "Last week's cross-server battle–you tanked three ultimates from the opposing mage just to save me. "That orange-grade sword you got afterward had great stats, but the durability was almost gone. I even reminded you to repair it." Cedric's eyes lit up immediately.

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“Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.” “Any major standouts?” I asked. Andy nodded, a little too fast. “The history section.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” “It’s not just world history. I found timelines on werewolf wars, vampire treaties, coven migrations, hybrid purges… and something that looks like pantheon lore. Like, actual accounts of god and goddess activity.” My lips parted. “Say that again?” He pulled a thin volume off the top of a growing pile and handed it to me. The title was in an old dialect—one I could read only because of the Goddess blood thrumming in my veins. Divine Imprints: The Last Age Before Silence.

They, too, became beacons of hope, defenders of justice, and champions of unity. In a distant realm called Zephyria, a young warrior named Kael discovered an ancient book recounting the hero's tale. Intrigued by the hero's unwavering courage, Kael set out on a journey to find the remnants of a long-lost artifact that could tip the balance of power in favor of darkness. Armed with the hero's story as his guide, Kael faced relentless challenges, but he knew that his actions would ripple through the cosmos, just like the hero's before him.

I want to laugh and point at him, but I am still too shocked myself. "Ready to receive your punishment," Octavius growls maliciously as he stares at Dagahra, and my heart swells with love. My hero came for me. He wasn't late. He came for me. He didn't leave me here alone to die. Dagahra roars at Octavius, but Tav just smiles in response. Dagahra doesn't pose a threat to Octavius, and we all know it. My mate disposed of the fairy queen single-handedly. He fought multiple pack members at once and ended their lives without breaking a sweat. He punched the female dragon once, and she is no longer breathing.

What else were we supposed to think? “Duh, I said he’s my student! He’s younger than me!” ”Age does not matter, dear. How old are you, Hero?” “I’m 25 ma’am,” was the young man’s eager reply. ”And do you have a girlfriend?” ”DAD!” ”No, sir, I don’t.” ”What about a boyfriend?” asked a soft feminine voice. ”MOM!” ”No ma’am,” chuckled Hero, “I never have and will never intend to have one.”

"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.

The woman felt that the speaker was already beside her, clenching her shoulders. Ironically, her trembling body was stiff. Without her head moving, she glanced at her cold shoulders, eventually closing her eyes as the voice continued speaking. “Such a hypocrite. You have always loathed those who enjoy themselves, while you break your bones. Trying to earn money for your needy family.” The woman tried to move her head to ask help from the animals that accompanied her. But to her surprise, everything had become pitch-black. “Who are you trying to ask for help? The magical trees and animals that you saw? Your… Phantasm?”