Herobrines Life Novels & Stories

With the odds constantly stacked against him as a leader in this dungeon, how can he lead his team out of these floors? Goblin brutes were tougher than hobgoblins. They were physically stronger and had more stamina, even if they weren’t very smart. Goblin brutes were specialised goblins with a bloodline gift to ignore all injury and fatigue in berserker mode. They were more dangerous than regular hobgoblins because goblin brutes could take down catapults with sheer force. A group of brutes could easily break through the tough stronghold stone wall, compromising Stoneberry Keep’s defences.

BLAIR'S POV: I ran as fast as I could, my feet were hurting. I could feel them closing in on me, this wasn’t the first time, and definitely won’t be the last. Hi, I am Briar and I am a hybrid and I have been hunted down all my life. Have you imagined paying for something that wasn’t your fault? well, that has been my life since I came into existence. My parents mated despite being of different species and when I was conceived the council ordered my death and here I am even after seventeen years of being hunted down.

Along their journey, those refugees roaming around and the sight of the ruined city gave them a tremendous shock. Though they were mercenaries and stayed between the war-torn countries all year round, these mercenaries always felt awful deep down every time they saw the tragic scene. “You guys, when will there be no war in this world?” Stormbringer put one arm on the car window and said to Boulder and Firepower behind him. Firepower laughed and answered, “If we want no more war in this world, it’s only possible when the human race is extinct.”

Being a war had taught him to appreciate life and live it more abundantly no matter what had been going down. Concerning most of the veterans before him, Brick had made up his mind to put his time in the service behind him. He had hit the road with his foot on the gas and never looked back. Even with his decision to venture out and see the country for himself, he had not been living given his tendency to get blind drunk, fight, and transport illegal substances across the states for profit. He'd fallen into the seedy underworld and it had been self-inflicted. Being born from a long line of werewolves who had known who they were ever since birth, he'd always been wild at heart so much so that