Herobrines Life Novels & Stories

No darkness. Just… him. “He’ll live,” she said. The healer, Brin, glanced at her. “Will it come back?” Selene shook her head. “No.” Silence. Then, “My grandmother told stories about your kind,” Brin said. Selene looked up. “What kind?” “Moon-touched.” A pause. “Healers first. Warriors second.” Selene looked at her hands. Still slightly red. Already healing. “That sounds… like a lot,” she said.

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.

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."

"The true danger, Aria, is what happens if someone tries to kill you." My heart stopped for a second. "What do you mean?" "The old texts are not entirely clear," he admitted. "But every account that survives agrees on one thing. The Amber bloodline was never meant to go quietly. If a bearer's life is truly threatened, if death becomes close enough and certain enough, the power does not simply defend itself." He paused, his hands tightening together on the desk. "It retaliates. Fully. Without limits, and without mercy for anyone standing near the one who tried."

By the time I arrived, the scene was in chaos. Senna cradled Corbin in her arms. He had gauze wrapped around his thin wrists, and his face was white as paper. The moment he saw me, he shrank further into her embrace like a frightened rabbit. "Senna... I really don't want to live anymore..." His voice cracked with sobs, and it was barely above a whisper. "If I'm going to be framed like this, I'd rather be dead." Senna stroked his hair with a tenderness that vanished the instant she turned to look at me. Her eyes were as cold as ice. It was the same look she had worn in my previous life when she killed me to avenge him.