Hero Of Justice Novels & Stories

Alaric stood at the edge of the field, arms crossed. His gaze swept over every pair of fighters with cold precision. When he wasn't speaking, his entire presence radiated the kind of Alpha dominance that made everyone tense on instinct. This was Alaric. The hero of the entire werewolf world. The legendary Alpha who'd risen to godlike status in the Vampire War. Every pack revered him. Every enemy retreated at the sound of his name. But my second look landed on his arm. Alaric wore a long-sleeved training shirt. When he raised his right hand to adjust a warrior's stance, his sleeve shifted slightly, revealing a small patch of skin on the inside of his forearm.

The man standing before me was none other than my father, Elijah Miller, the head of the Millers in Jinmist City. A man who could make the entire business world tremble with just a frown. He looked at Henry, who was kneeling on the ground, trembling, and asked coldly. “I heard you Johnsons rule Harbor City with an iron hand, and that you can beat or kill my son whenever you please.” Olivia's father, Henry Johnson, lowered his head even further, his voice shaking as he spoke.

"It's a rebel's den!" "Then why didn't you uncover it in the daylight. Instead of burning it and killing innocent lives," my Killing Intent rising like a burning passion. The Shi went down to one knee. What stood before them wasn't some rebel defying what he thought was justice but a man of immeasurable power—a Dragon Slayer. Justice is great only when you have the power to uphold it. "Does your justice burn so thin?"

But I gave my more than a hundred percent to be on this position. I want to help those victims like me to get the justice I didn't get. Maybe if my dad is still living he would be so proud of me. Dad, your daughter is finally a lawyer. I want to see his reaction once I told him about that. But sadly, he's gone. After all what happened, I can say that I am still blessed because God gave me people who have an open hand.

One moment he was with the officers and Claire was hurrying inside and the next second, he found himself all alone in the dark when a man suddenly popped from nowhere and now threatening to kill him. He had a gun quietly stuck from his side, but he knows that if he pull it out, he should also have the courage to pull the trigger. “I will be considered a hero in our gang if I kill you, and we will then have less of a pain in our ass.” The man dug the muzzle on Max’s forehead, it felt hot on his skin as if it was just recently been fired. He stared at the man, memorizing his features for his reference when he hunts him down in hell. Max closed his eyes, slowly embracing his damned fate.

Apart from the pain in her chest everything just felt numb. Jake. Her best friend. Her hero. All the times that he had been the one coming to her rescue recently, he was the reason she was still breathing now, but she hadn't done the same. She wasn't there for him in his hour of need and now he was... She sucked in a sharp breath, a new wave of tears burning at her eyes, threatening to overflow. Those visions of him so still and pale in that chair would be forever burned into her memory. It can't have been a quick death, not from the way he looked. He would have suffered.

Shion said. Kanatha nodded his head vigorously. "Dada Derek is loved by many even before for he is a good person. He thinks of others' well-being. He respects others' opinions and most importantly, he respects life. Yes, he is capable of many things, and one of them is, he is capable of punishing those evil people. He is capable of punishing James. He will bring justice to those who can't fight to get it. And that's heroic," Shion said. Kanatha burst out crying more.

"It's no excuse for stealing." "Give it up," QuickShot orders, preparing another arrow. She pulls back her bowstring and aims an arrow at the villain. The villain closes his hands as he prepares to charge us, he instead turns around and grabs something. Grabbing what looks like a bunch of long metal sticks, he starts to swing them wildly around. "Watch out," Ms. Justice says, jumping over one of the sticks. Landing on her knees, she brings up her shield and blocks another swing. However, due to the giant's strength, she's still forced back a little.

“And when were you eventually planning to tell me?” “Soon, Jade, I'm sorry you had to find out this way,” he said silently, his palms on my face, his thumb brushing across my face. I shouldn't get angry at Jackson; this is what Atlas wants for confusion and fighting to happen, but I would prove him wrong. My hands are clenched at my sides as I replay the scene in my mind. Atlas was trying to belittle me, but then Jackson came like a superhero defending me. Of course, Jackson was wrong for me to find out about my mother's death like this, but then he was my true hero; his presence was like a shield, and he never hesitated to stand up for me.

“Mine kept saying it was wrong to kill under any circumstance. She was clueless.” “Let the shrink do this,” Harley rasped. “It’s Moon.” Justice’s smile faded as he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. “You’d risk your life for any of us, Justice. We’d risk our lives for other Species. Forget she’s a human female. She’s an adult and knows the score. You heard her.” Harley crossed his arms over his wide chest. “She’s well aware of what Species are capable of.” “I am,” she agreed, glancing between the NSO leader and Harley, still a bit dazed that he was on her side after swearing to get her escorted off Homeland.