Herobrines Life Novels & Stories

Instead of throwing it away or keeping it back in his pocket, he forced it into my mouth. "Animal! That's what you are. And you are meant to eat pieces of cotton," I choked on my tears. "Please!" That was the only word I could utter. "Get your ass out and get ready to visit the hospital," He left the room after saying this. How can God be this cruel? First, I was killed by my boyfriend and best friend, and when I thought I had been given a second chance, I was reborn into the body of a woman who was occasionally abused by her husband and his concubine. I didn't wish for this. He should have allowed me to die and rest in peace. Why did he bring me here to suffer more?

She was the key. Cory and Sprout kept an eye out for more Stormbringers while Titan, Hayden and Blaython raced through forests and fields. They avoided passing through towns because Hayden feared that the creatures would be lurking in the ruins of nearby towns, scavenging for food. The Stormbringers were said to prey on fresh flesh only but Cory had never seen them actually eat anyone. Hayden believed that they sometimes ate carrion if need be. Why hunt when they could feast on the deceased? They had destroyed several towns in close proximity to their lair and all townsfolk left behind were assumed to be dead.

It wasn’t the arm of a man; it was the metal arm of a machine. … “Leris, give me a body count.” “6 killed in the blast, Centurion sir.” “Names?” “Hrundig, Thadeus, Paul, Matthew, James and Tiberius.” After hearing the names, Trosdig suddenly shouts and stabs his sword repeatedly on the corpse of a barbarian. He suddenly calms down goes kneels down on one knee and begins muttering prayers. I don’t understand the prayers but I hear the words “strength” and “perseverance.” “All-Father Odin, give me the strength to persevere in leading my men” Leris whispers, as he walks past me. I hear Trosdig repeating the same words again and again until he begins to sob. We all look away; no one can comfort

There would be no glittering procession of estates and endowments, no alliances sealed through vast settlements. Only Ethan’s defiance. And pride alone has never been enough to sustain a crown.

A devil like Lysander should be dragged down from his throne, that place he had occupied all along, believing he was invincible. I clenched my fists. What I wouldn't give to see him on his knees, begging me as I take his life, just like he had taken my parents. Before my rebirth, I never thought about harming someone. I'd been the perfect, godly lady my parents trained. However, I knew I had to walk that dark path. A man like Lysander doesn't deserve to live. He deserves to rot in the last level of hell, at that hottest place reserved for people like him. I wouldn't mind joining him in hell if that was where I would end up after getting my revenge.

"You'll build an empire. Nott Designs will rise from the ashes of everything Brock destroyed. You'll create jobs. You'll mentor young designers. You'll prove that success doesn't require cruelty. That you can build something beautiful without destroying others." "You'll help thousands of survivors. The Reborn Foundation will give hope to people who thought hope was dead. Your story will save lives. Your pain will have purpose. Your trauma will become transformation. Not just for you. For everyone who comes after." I paused. This next part was the hardest to write. The hardest to say. "So maybe everything happens exactly as it should. Maybe you needed to be broken to understand how to rebuild

"Lottie, it's just us here. The tent's zipped up, totally safe." Russell Odom's voice was smooth and suggestive as he wrapped his arms around me, his fingers brushing at my clothes. I shivered, spinning to face him. The memory of my death burned in my mind, fueling a hatred stronger than my fear. In my past life, those same words had lured me into trusting him, believing the wilderness hid us from prying eyes. I gave in, only for two thugs to stumble upon us.

I ignored Prince Shiro and I continued to look through all of the herbs that Prince Shiro brought. As soon as I looked through the herbs and flowers, I quickly noticed one that I have been thinking about recently. Even in my past life, the cure for the plague was just antibiotics. There wasn’t a vaccine for it nor were there any pills of some kind. I remember that they used antibiotics to flush out the plague from the inside. What I’m giving the patients right now is saline through an IV, but that’s to help them from suffering dehydration. Now that Prince Shiro has brought this valuable herb, I can finally create an antibiotic that’s strong enough to help the patients.

She stepped forward, slamming the thick stack of historical notes flat onto the central table. "The creature that attacked Brynn was a rogue scout, still consumed by the old starvation disease," Rebecca explained, her brilliant eyes sweeping across the freaked-out faces of her high command. "But their leader has regained his mind. His name is Navarien. And before anyone draws a blade or speaks of execution... you are all going to sit down, close your mouths, and read the true ledger of who we actually are."

I would have achieved so much, and most importantly, my parents would still be alive. How I wished I hadn't given up so much for him. “Piiiiiiiiii...!” I suddenly heard the sound of an approaching car. Slowly, I turned to my left, but it was too late because the next second, I was lying in a pool of my own blood, alone on the deserted road. Finally... I'm going to die and leave this wicked world behind. Am I seeing double? Why am I seeing the stars and the moon when it's raining?