Herobrine Novels & Stories

Bo said seriously. “Really? And what do you know about Jericho?” “Jericho is this crazy ass white dude that always gets the job done. He doesn’t even blink, man. He kills you so quick you don’t even know you dead,” he said and I laughed. “Word is he’s ice cold too, doesn’t feel a thing and he can get real creative. You know him?” “Yeah, I know him,” I said. “His last job paid nine hundred.” Bo’s eyes widened in shock. “No shit? Nine hundred? Damn, man.”

We quickly cornered the Rogue Accomplice a former Silvermoon administrative clerk named Corbin. He was a non-warrior type, driven mad by paranoia and the corrupted relics he barely knew how to wield. Corbin, recognizing me, descended into a frantic, terrified rage, launching a clumsy but surprisingly powerful attack. He screamed about his loyalty to the "old Silvermoon order" and the rewards my parents had promised him for hiding the relics. Liam and Drax moved as one, engaging the physical threat and neutralizing his chaotic movements. I focused on the core problem, subduing him and extracting the truth with sheer Alpha force. In his desperation, Corbin unleashed a blast of uncontrolled, vo

“Well, I thought that was the worst of it but over the next few days I started getting messages about how happy he was that he had done it. His friends messaged me telling me he was bragging about what he’d done to me. A lot of his friends found it funny also. Eventually, I told Claire what happened, and she was disgusted with him. But he is her brother, and blood is thicker than water. He won back into his sisters' good books but for me that was the end of men for me.” “He is the worst type of human. I wish you had not have had to experience it. Does that mean you are still sworn off men?” “I’m not sure, my opinion may be changing slightly.” I smirked at him. "Well, you seem to have experie

Hedeon Villa 🎋🎋🎋🎋 "Any news on my truck yet?" Hadeon demanded, his eyes narrowing into slits as he glared at the spy standing nonchalantly before him. It's been days since that truck was stolen, and in those days he hasn't had the effortly to step out. While hiding away from his deeds, his own people has seen him as a weakling. Hadron Adorn was the second heir to the Adorn’s empire, who became a successor to his father after the death of his elder brother.

“This b*tch would do anything to climb up the ladder! Don Corleone, don’t believe her lies!” Don Corleone slowly straightened and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips. When he looked up again, only bone-deep authority remained on his face. “A tattoo?” He let out a cold laugh. His voice was quiet but heavy enough to suffocate the entire hall. “This is the ‘Iris Mark’, inherited only by the Corleone family’s direct bloodline. When emotions surge or body temperature rises, it appears red. No tattoo technique in the world can replicate it.”

From the Hallow. The shadows in the cabin stretch toward me, curling around the table legs, reaching for the book like hungry fingers. The air thickens, humming with ancient power. Jason steps back. “Brad… what’s happening?” I ignore him. My eyes lock on the prophecy. The ink glows faintly, the same silver‑blue I saw in Raven’s flames. I read the words silently, letting them sink into me like fire. Born of dual flame. Child of shadow and light.

The day the new Pack House was finished, my mother, Aria, the Luna, announced the room assignments. Every space in the three-story mansion was claimed. The top floor was the Alpha and Luna’s suite. The room next to it—the biggest, the most beautiful, with moonstones embedded in the walls to soothe a wolf’s soul—was for Chloe. Chloe’s father died ten years ago in the Blood Moon War. He sacrificed himself to save my brother, Jasper. After that, my family adopted her. The whole pack treated her like a hero’s orphan, protecting her at all costs. I traced the blueprints with my finger. Room by room. My name wasn't there. I asked my mother. She paused, then spoke in that gentle, matter-of-fact ton

But I'll do it. Azael presses the button on his mike, communicating with the rest of the team. -Brigade two, start the looting of the third floor. Squad three, go down to clear the basement. Squads one and squad four stay here until squad two need help on the third.

Michael nods, “Though we are fallen, we can sense most angelic bloodlines. Your lineage is quite strong. Your father must be an ancient Seraphim.” “Yeah, he’s pretty old,” she answers cheekily. Michael and I chuckle in response because even the oldest Seraphim isn’t as old as we are. We were the first. “My brother Kell and his mate were unable to come here due to scheduling conflicts, but they are working on helping Lana as well. Mara is a Breija and is working on her visions to see if she can glean any information on the Destroyer’s prophecy. She also has the power to absorb and interpret information from scriptures.” Mikhail states.

I explored the cave… slowly marched inside with all my senses in alert… I raised the lances and spears using my [Telekinesis] and prepared to launch the attack any moment now… I also brought with me two shields that are too levitating around me in case I need to block an attack… Upon reaching a certain cave room, the goblins inside found out about my presence and let out a war cry ready to attack inside the dim lighted cave A dozen goblins, estimated number, nine cave goblins and three hobgoblins… The hobgoblins are a higher grade of goblins, if goblins reach a certain level they would grow in size and in mass and somewhat become a little bit more intelligent and could easily be mistaken fo