Hero Of The Hearts Novels & Stories

The ground beneath us trembled, as if the earth itself feared what was about to come. The hearts began to levitate, their forms bathed in the pulsating light of the circle. The hybrid’s heart was the first to rise higher, its pulse matching the rhythm of Andromeda’s voice. The virgin witch’s heart followed, its magic shimmering like a veil of starlight. Finally, the heart of the treacherous wolf ascended, its energy dark and raw, a reminder of the betrayal that had paved the way for this moment.

Name: Marcus Nelle Age: 30 years old Identity: Hero HA2 Ability: Psychokinetic Additional Identity: Father of 3 little naughty children Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Almighty Heroes’ [His bulky figure and scar face scare most children that admire him but his bulky figure was also the one that can make his enemy lower on his level intimidated. He was a tough guy outside but a soft guy at children inside especially for his naughty children.] The scarred guy bio instantly pop up beside his figure with bold characters and coloured blue, no Heroes could see it, even if a Sotiras will be here, they can’t also see it as the privacy is strictly encrypted.

The flames clung to his synthetic flesh, writhing like serpents. "That slowed him down," Grayson panted, reloading. "Barely." "His core—it's behind the left rib," Lucian called. "Spliced in from Sovereign’s third-gen synths. That’s the only way to kill him." Elena nodded grimly. "Then we go for the heart." Helix recovered fast. Way too fast. With a growl that warped the air, he charged, faster than any of them could react. He slammed into Lucian, tossing him across the chamber. The man hit a wall with a crunch and didn't get up.

The worst thing; no one from heaven descended to aid them this time. After a decade of hopelessness and complete surrender, Heroes rose from various origins—holding on to their own intentions. They, who dared to scream in the middle of the conjurers' blissful singing, dared to steal the scripture from the wicked creatures who were granted the power to overwrite their destinies — concluded themselves victorious thereon.

Her movements were fluid, and with a sweeping gesture she held out a hand to one of her assistants Theresa, who stepped forward holding a covered platter. The sound of crackling and burning wood filled the air around us as Theresa slowly slipped the lid off to reveal a fresh, bloody heart, and I fought the urge to cringe away from the organ, which would’ve been in some poor deer up until an hour or so ago. I was supposed to take the heart and throw it into the Holy Fire, and the act would convey to our Goddess that the Sanguis Pack was grateful for her continued support. I reminded myself that now was not the time to be chicken out, and took blood-slicked heart into my palm. I was surprised

Sara said, and he looked at her. “Heart attack.” He said softly. “She was so tired of fighting with the two of them about Scotty that I think it finally killed her.” “I am so sorry,” Sara said, and he took her hand in his. “Thank you.” He said as he squeezed it gently, minding the fact she was so much smaller. “I hope that you can learn to trust me some time.” “I do, Garret.” She said as she looked at him. “You are one of the few who has always been there for me, and you were completely honest with me. As far as I can see, you might be the only person who ever was.”

Dragon blessing upon you. The healing energy that Albus exerted made the nearly crushed heart recombine. Even so, the cracks in the half-remaining heart of Jergintarth were still visible and incurable. Only a dragon with a golden heart could repair a heart that has been cracked into a whole again. Unfortunately, that golden heart, The Heart of Magic, was currently in human hands. Albus's healing power felt cool on Jergintarth's chest so that the pain subsided. Slowly he could change his form back into a human.

He rolled out of its way, Arya jumped on its back. It bucked around the room wildly, trying to throw her off. The deafening screech spewed out of its mouth. She dug in deeper with her claws. Her teeth tore into the leather in a frenzy, focusing her attack in that soft area behind the flaps. A slow red pulse emitted from just beneath a flap. ‘At the center of most creatures lies the heart.’ His mother’s words carried through the fog of war. He lunged at the heart. Tearing with his teeth, clawing with his razor-sharp nails. He ripped through the hard leather and tore its heart out with his teeth.

Cadeau looked away and at Akarui, her vocal cord still lost. He knelt before her, with he's hand holding hers and confessed, "let me tell you something Cadeau, the journey of life is too short, but as you venture on or branch trying to find yourself and your heart again I'll be here waiting. And If you're willing I'll help you search, but if you still won't find it in anything or anyone else, then please do come search in my heart cause I've always placed yours in mine because I love you and,"