Hero Stories Novels & Stories

Some of the gods were happy watching their fights creating more and more creatures to add each army. One led by a beautiful queen, her hair and eyes as dark as her powers. Another by a powerful king, long golden hair, matching his eyes and skills. The war was long and bloody. But the king won the right to establish a kingdom here. Ilisterion- named by his name. Celirium- his eternal love, the queen of shadows. They equally loved and hated each other. When the war stopped some of the dark gods got bored and killed the queen after she gave birth to the only heir. Ilisterion begged and cursed.

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.

That was one of the reasons he bullied me too much during those school days. And here I am, lying in the bed alone without any person to care. My family, for whom I agreed to sacrifice my dreams, abandoned me with his threats. I felt pathetic. Maybe I can run away as Eva did. But, I know Christian is not a normal guy to mess with. Even if I run away to New York, he will find me and ruin me.

The many questions of the Ard's mysteries are related to its people’s unstable mindset. If I didn't tell you yet who's the protagonist of this story and who's 2 story it is? I think you can find it by yourself. But it is all dependent on you to make a character a hero or a villain, everyone has a different aspect and a distinct point of view of judging people. Let's take an example - suppose a person is killing people for some reason of course. Hehe. If his ideology matches your thoughts you'll find him right and if you don't find him right in doing murders, definitely you'd call him a villain and nevertheless a hero. In this world power is important but knowledge is prime.

She's well trained in martial arts and the use of weapons to protect herself, as the road ahead to inherit her family's business isn't easy. She's 24 and currently being introduced to influential people to strengthen her connection and mingle with the society of the CEO's. (Family) Madam Laura: her mother President Smith: her father Harry: her uncle who wanted the company and was planning to kill her before her connection strengthened as her parents planned. Alicia: daughter of Harry, same age as Olivia. .... (World B) Female lead: Emma William Intro: A poor girl who's struggling to support her family, after a tragic incident turned their life around, which also claimed her father's life.

He glanced at me questioningly, but all I could do was shrug and apologize again, on behalf of my drunken friend. “I guess she had a little too much to drink,” I whispered. He laughed. “A little?” Julie tapped him. “Are you Prince Charming?” “What?” he replied, turning the key in the ignition, “because I helped bandage you up?” “Are you the hot guy from the woods?” Julie asked, ignoring his question. “The hero who saved Little Red Riding Taylor from the big, bad mountain lion?”

I whispered, beckoning him to come closer as I opened my arms for a warm embrace. He rushed in my direction, hugging me tight. “I love you Hope, I always do. Dad is just upset about the hospital,” my voice calm and like a soothing balm to an open wound. “Did the doctor say anything bad?” he asked innocently. A chuckle escaped my lips, and I shook my head, “The doctor was mean today. He said nothing bad to Dad,” I replied. “Doctor is mean like Scar?” he asked. I raised my brow. Who was Scar?

"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.

Riley said that blatantly. Hearing this clear and curious explanation, Brockley could only nod several times. On another occasion, Brockley, who had turned twelve years old, then asked for something. “Tell me about the old wars!” Like a history teacher, Riley opened one of the old books that recounted the wars of the BC era. He told about the brave commander who led the war troops. Brockley stood up with a fist clenched. “I will be a warlord too!” he cried in a very loud voice.

They play dance dance revolution and failed miserably since none of them can dance. They play Mario Kart, and Tank-Tank she won both, of course. Saga also play claw crane. He didn't win anything though but he did tried —six times to be exact, until Kira decided it was enough. Saga protested about it, telling her he was so close but really he said that everytime and in Kira's defense, it was painful to watch him struggle and keep failing. So she asked him if they can play another shooting game instead because she quiet enjoyed it.