Herobrines Life Novels & Stories

Heather was also tense. "Bring it on!" Ambrose did not even fret at the sight of Loro's attack. He took a deep breath and raised an arm to block Loro's punch. Baam! As the two arms came into contact, Loro felt a wave of power push against him, and he backed up a few steps uncontrollably. A stream of blood appeared from the corner of Loro's lips. It was clear that Ambrose had the upper hand. Ambrose was young, and he had also been the New World prince, fed with rare herbs and medicine since birth. He had followed Yang Jian into battles for years, and his experience in countless combat had forged him into a warrior not inferior to Loro.

“No desecration of the body through cannibalism.” “That is… Not Harithen,” Lord Jermyne said firmly. “At this distance, it could be anyone with blonde hair. As for your treacherous fallacies, Gedina is an honored and loyal member of the Queen’s household…” “Hmm,” Thaelen nodded, disappointed but not surprise. “Was there ever an intention for peace by Greibron, or was it always a ploy?”

He said smirking. “I joined the brothers in 2020 when they were just created, we thought we were helping humanity. The amount of fear that we were made to drown in daily regarding hybrids was overwhelming, nothing was ever truly resolved because we were told hybrids were the virus which I discovered was simply not true,” “Groban’s mother,” “Yes,” “It’s hard for me to picture someone like you falling in love with a hybrid,” “She was remarkable, such kindness in her heart. Groban inherited her kindness,” he said smiling in his reverie.

Of course, it was not because she cared much but to feed her curiosity. Greg left this matter for now and went to the bathroom to take a proper bath, cleaning his body from all the shreds of evidence of his past adventures. In the meantime, one of the servants brought him food and a glass of blood. Since they were purebloods, they could survive on blood and traditional food. Drinking blood was necessary to keep up their natural strength and speed. Human food was just an excellent addition. After a bath and an excellent meal, Greg fell into a deep slumber. He desperately needed it to regain his full strength.

I strolled down into the valley and retrieved my arrows from the dead rogue wolves, walk into the woods and collected the tip of the broken arrow and then return to my team. The girls were all tired and weak not properly fed, clearly traumatized from abuse by the rogue. I had walked around the rogues and personally made sure they were all dead. Anything still breathing, I snapped a blade into it with an aggressive and deadly strike to their hearts. Sexual assault of any wolf never went without punishment of death by her hands. I just could not stand it at all.

Even that organization they had teamed up with was damaged greatly, and they too had to lay low for a while. Now, to the second reason why Fernandez was so difficult to deal with. If the first had to do with another character, Asmodeus, the second was tied to Fernandez himself. Demonic Heralds were so few that it was rare to find three or four of them in an entire era, much less two moving around together; yet for some reason two had been chosen and they walked together. Due to their rarity, much information about heralds was unknown, and most of what had been gathered now was due to the sacrifice and hard work of the Brotherhood. That said, even the were clueless about a few things. The fir

Allen interjected before it escalated further. "They are Cambion's," Lord Brarthroroz explained hurriedly, seeing his daughter's furious glare, "Some of the strongest I have in my realm. They require support from their team members to keep their feral nature at bay, so it is really not wise to have more than a few in this realm at a time." Greyson stared warily at Lord Brarthroroz for a long time before he finally spoke. "Then how do we support them?"

“Many men both in Mercia, in Stormbringer, and even more kingdoms and packs will sacrifice their lives for you.” I held her hands looking deep into her eyes. “It's a burden as rulers that we have to carry.” “I don't think I can't,” she wiped the tears that fell down from her left eye. “He was Lady Berah's brother. She's heartbroken.” “The men who will still give their lives to you would have sisters too, brothers, parents, wives, and even children,” I said, and she gasped. “We can't avoid it. It's the way of our world. But the only way to honor them…”

Logan snapped, "No way! That's impossible! You're underestimating the bond between werewolves. We would never betray our own." I nodded, closing my eyes in pain. "But I saw they kidnapped the traitor's wife and kids. They're threatening to kill them if he doesn't obey." Logan's eyes went blood-red. "That's low, even for them." With my help, Logan managed to rescue the traitor's family and obtain the poison. In my previous life, Niles's poison came from my parents. This time, I wasn't just going to watch vampires and werewolves tear each other apart. I was dragging my biased parents into it too.