Herobrine Novels & Stories

I never expected to get out of this alive but I was willing to give it everything I have to get back home to my family. "Her name is, was, Charlene. She killed herself after her seventh miscarriage and left me to pick up the pieces of everything she had left behind me. I wished that she would have come to me and told me that she was struggling to cope but she didn't, she killed herself because she couldn't handle the pain of continuous loss of our pups," Bradley's voice came out in a hoarse whisper and there it was. The reason he was so cold and so pent on revenge until he sees people who have a family - he can't bring himself to take what he always seemed to lose.

Sara reported. “Hugo is at work. He works until four or five on Fridays normally,” Rocco said once we stepped outside. “Where does he work?” I asked. “A brothel near Calabogie.” “I know it,” I said, looking at Sara. “You’re free to go.” I turned to Rocco, undoing my alpha aura. We got back into the car and drove just over a half hour to get to Hugo’s place of work. I was familiar with it as that was where we got our wolfsbane darts supply, which would explain how the rogue was able to obtain them.

“Don’t you see? I can control human emotions. I have an army of angels. I am higher and more powerful than him now, and now you still choose to reconcile with him rather than to your own brother?” “We are twins. You are death and I am life” “How can you become life?” “I am the rebirth of everything. The rebirth of the new angels and the new humanity” I laughed at what he said because he will never be the rebirth. All he wants is chaos because he is hungry for power and the throne. That makes him ambitious.

Lucifer asked casually, “Who is it?” “Her name is Brielle Labhrann. She’s from the Mortal Dimension and a member of the Labhrann Clan. She’s also very talented. Despite her young age, she’s already very close to becoming a Sage. With her beauty and wisdom, she's a perfect match for you.” Lucifer’s brows slightly furrowed together. His father was once the Hadean Clan’s Leader. However, his father died in battle. The Hadean Clan was currently under the control of this middle-aged man. He was a Grand Emperor named Tigranes Xanthippos.

It depicted him holding a black dragon in his right hand and a white dragon in his left. As he looked at the tattoos on his arms, Chad exclaimed, "So these are draconic patterns!" Lord Fifth said, "These are the conduits for binding. When you want to bind, just form the seal and call out our names!" Miss Sixth said, "Remember our names. My father is Einhar Python, and I'm Phoebe Python." Then Lord Fifth pushed the Corpse Herb out and asked, "Do you want this thing?" Chad examined the Corpse Herb, which resembled a slender young girl. He shook his head. He would rather not deal with that type of medicine.

The only place where you needed permission to enter in his penthouse. Three years ago when I returned to the states newly from Qatar where I lived my childhood life, I entered the dark side of my old man's life. The abyss of proud cruelty which he was very unapologetic of. The Neurodex-9 was one of the drugs Tinsel produced for PTSD back when the doyen was still standing strongly as CEO before Geneva. It was designed for PTSD only for them to find out it rewrote and suppressed memories too... *****

Sean showed up again, looking so thin that he was almost skeletal. He tried to stab me from behind with a knife while I was caught off guard. But ever since he'd contracted the virus, he was so weak that a gust of wind could knock him over. Thus, I easily took the knife away. "Shane! Give me my life back!" he shouted. I kicked him. "I wasn't the one who gave you the disease. You've got the wrong person. "Everyone must pay for their crimes, even if they're reborn. Macy has already been convicted, and your retribution isn't far off.

"But I don't know the layout of the Catacombs. As an NPC, you are hardcoded with the architectural schematics of every dungeon in this zone. I need a guide." Brog looked at his hammer. He looked at the terrified villagers huddled behind him. He was a blacksmith, programmed to stand in one place for eternity. But he was awake now. And he had a choice. Brog slammed the head of his heavy forging hammer into the digital dirt. "I know the Catacombs, Player," Brog said, his voice dropping into a determined growl. "I will show you the path to the root. But if you betray us... if this is another one of your cruel quests..."

"He's seething with rage and wants immediate payback. He dispatched an elite strike team to take your head and seize the talisman, Aurelia. You need to be ready." "He can't handle being outmaneuvered by the rightful heir," Uncle Elias said, chambering a heavy round into his rifle with a metallic clack. "He sent his top-tier night-breach squad." "Don't worry, kitten," Drake whispered beside me, adjusting his tactical rig. "We're taking them down together." I took a slow, deep breath, my eyes locking onto the live thermal feeds showing enemy mercenaries breaching the outer gate. "Then this is the perfect live test for this heirloom suit," I said, a cold, dangerous smile spreading across my fac

[Remorhaz -Mystic rank] Level 78 HP:9000 CON:900 ATK:120. STR:24 DEF:98. DEX:19 MP:70. INT:14 Speed:23. AGI:23 [Skills: fire immunity(Unique) Ice immunity(Unique) Darkvision(R) Crushing Bite(Elite) Conversion(Mystic) Poison Spines(Elite) Heated body(Mystic)]