Hero Of Valor Novels & Stories

She adjusted their positions, shifting their formations, exploiting any advantage, exploiting any opening, any lapse in the Shadow Stalkers’ defenses. The battle raged for hours, a relentless tide of carnage and chaos. Warriors fell on both sides, their bodies staining the earth crimson. The air filled with the stench of blood and sweat, the cries of the wounded, and the guttural snarls of the dying. Lyra, however, remained unyielding, her resolve unshaken. She moved among her warriors, her movements swift and precise, her blade a blur of silver, her strength a beacon of hope amidst the brutal conflict. She rescued fallen warriors, rallied wavering troops, her every action a testament to her

50 years ago, a 29-year-old man worked under total anonymity to construct a shield in the sky for this country. 50 years later, he fell because of a petty farce. But the country he protected swept away the filth with the swiftest justice possible.

Kaida could finally give birth to pups she could be proud of, pups who would not endure the same fate she had. She was far stronger than I had ever given her credit for, possessing a will more potent than I had ever imagined for someone of her delicate frame. Despite the cruel blows life had dealt her, from her abduction to this battle with the Goddess, she had emerged with her head held high. Heroes are not defined by capes or mere words, but by their impact. Kaida was a hero, a gem, one of a kind. My lips murmured prayers as the sounds of her delivery reached my ears.

Where have I heard that name from? It suddenly clicked to me. There is the story of a brave and young warrior and werewolf that was told in our Luna school. The first female celebrated war hero in the Moon Pack kingdom. She led the war against the Snow Pack and helped secure a victory against our rival pack. Her and the new Alpha King Zemo who was still a young prince at that time were the leaders of the army and they lead it to victory. This was the victory that sealed the King's throne as the new Alpha King. History was not so clear as to what happened to the brave and courageous Althea. It seemed that she was killed in battle or banished, but it never really occured to us to ask what happ

If ever there is a man of my dreams, Vincent Valiant is it. I haven't been the best assistant up to this point, but that changes from here on out. Just because I have a masters it doesn't mean I can't kick ass at being his assistant. From this moment on I'll be the best damn assistant Vincent Valiant has ever had. I'll be so fucking great at this job, he'll beg me to stay rather than move to marketing. It's time to shine.

He chuckles, as he wraps the towel around me. “Yes, she is, and her name is Coventina,” I say, beaming at him. “Coventina? Really? Do you know the origin of that name?” He asks, a look of nervousness on his face. “Um, no?” “Coventina is the Goddess of water.” My jaw drops. That’s just a coincidence, right? Like I know Auntie Morrigan’s adoptive name was not a coincidence, she really is the Goddess of War reincarnated.

“My Duchess… I’m with you, whatever happens.” She met my eyes, as if searching them for any signs of uncertainty. “Duke… the Valkyrie are much further on the other side of the line of the law than the Henchmen are. Compared to us, Rogue is a cuddly teddy bear. We’ve had to be incredibly ruthless so I can prove I belong amongst the big players.”

He smirked when he saw my reaction and said, "So, little mate. What's your name?" "Len... Lenora," I said. What's happening to me? I'm stammering now? This isn't meant to happen. What kind of effect is Alpha Black having on me? "Sexy name for a sexy woman. I'm Alpha Black, but you, my sweet, can call me Valor. You don't know how long I've been waiting for you. Now that I've got you, I have no plans of EVER letting you go." Valor. It suited him so well. His black hair was messed up, and his top was tightly fitted, so you could see his amazing muscles and how tan he was... Shit! I quickly shook my head free of those thoughts.

With a final surge of determination, I summoned every ounce of strength within me, channeling the artifacts' energy into a devastating blow that sent Victor crashing to the ground. The battlefield fell silent, the echoes of battle fading into the cool morning air. Victor lay defeated, his armor shattered and his dark ambitions thwarted by the guardians of the artifacts

But we fought back, wielding our light as a shield against their malevolence. Victor's abilities as a warrior and his deep connection to the light were evident as he moved through the battlefield, his movements fluid and precise. He fought with a passion that defied the darkness, each strike resonating with the force of his conviction. I watched him with a mixture of awe and pride, grateful that fate had brought us together.