Heroes Bf Novels & Stories

Music thudded faintly through its walls, low and heavy, carrying laughter that wasn’t soft but sharp. I swallowed hard. “Where are we?” “Clubhouse,” Blake said, killing the engine. The word dropped like a stone in my chest. I’d heard the stories—about biker clubs, about outlaws who lived outside rules, about the kind of men you didn’t cross. My first instinct was to tell him to take me back. But I didn’t. My voice stayed stuck in my throat. Blake swung a leg over the bike and stood, movements smooth, confident. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t second-guess. He walked like he belonged everywhere he went.

"That's good. It's not easy raising a pup alone. I always thought you were a single mother." I smiled faintly. I wasn't before, but soon I would be one. "Megan Cross, you're the most skilled healer we have. Without you, the common folk won't have anyone to treat them. They can't afford the fees of the nobles' healers." Emily glanced at the patients lying nearby and sighed. I gave a helpless smile and turned to leave the healer's tent—only to run straight into Alpha King Jason Boone of the Northern Realm and Princess Bailey Shaw of the Silvermoon Pack. They were both visiting injured warriors.

He's probably just looking for an opportunity to throw some punches. Besides, the three brothers put together are a force to be reckoned with. They're an intimidating group—strong, smart and loyal. Matthias and Desmond are the ones who are at a disadvantage. Unless, of course, they bring their army of enforcers. I think that's what's got me so wired and anxious. Desmond and Matthias can't be trusted. Not even a little. So if either of them has something planned, then this meeting isn't going to end well. As if in answer, my phone starts buzzing and I reach over and grab it off the nightstand. My heart sinks when I see Trish's name.

Alec explained. He then pointed to another section that was named: Blood Type. "See here? It's your blood type. This is just in case you need blood donations, your personal assistant will be equipped to donate all the blood you might need." I gasped and realized that I was no longer just dating a regular guy. I am now a liability for Bo. I became sad that I was the cause of so much concern. Alec must have noticed because his tone changed when he said, "I know it must be overwhelming. I will help you every step of the way until you are completely set up. Okay?"

These are certain things his parents had tried to make him understand growing up but now he realized that despite knowing, only through experience can you really know. He had always been seen as a brutal and hard alpha but never as compassionate towards anyone including his own people. Killing Ahaserusand his rogues in that warehouse was also a part of his warning to the supernaturals. He was indirectly saying that if you touch his mate, he’ll tear you limb from limb. If you touch hisvpeople, he’ll definitely come for you. The whole pack was both in chaos and jubilation. Chaos because the whole medical team they had were rushing to get to James, at the same time time the people were gatherin

A cute voice asked. “Because she is the only female warrior of the Xenakis tribe, she’s the leader’s daughter!” The redheaded girl explained. “Woah!!!” They all exclaimed at the revelation. Apparently, most of them had neither seen nor heard of her before. The redheaded girl nodded in affirmation. “So I heard that Alpha Russe’s charm had made her infatuated with him.” She whispered again. “Eishh! Doesn’t she have her own mate? Or is she the legendary mate-less warrior from our history classes?” The fat boy commented with clear sarcasm in his voice.

" You know Phoenix...I was kind of surprised about something " " I was kind of shocked by the fact that Axion... didn't kill you and you were even brave enough to hug despite him being a beast. Normally, whenever Axion turns into a beast, I, Kelsey, Tamara, and Lola will do everything we can to make sure we hide from him, we make sure he doesn't find us... " But why? " Phoenix asked. " Because, whenever he's in that state...he can't differentiate who is who. He just doesn't recognize who his loved ones or family are. To him,... we're all nothing but preys, ready to be devoured anytime soon. But that isn't the case with you "

he frowned, and the hand he extended to help me out sent warmth into me, the problem was it was sending warmth to places that shouldn’t be getting warm right now. [Are you purposely not healing me?] {Of course not, everything else is healed. I can’t find the problem, but we feel weak.} “He’s going to hate me the minute he lays eyes on me,” I looked up at him, seeking solace in the grey abyss of his eyes. I’m not sure why I told him that, but it was the truth. Before the deaths, before I knew he was a Lord, I claimed him. How much of that information would change things between us? How much did he know about the attack on Shadow Forest?

Yet quickly enough, they managed to return to their senses, drawing their long swords and approaching the pair. "A baby?" "Must be spawn of the Hidden Hero Sect. Kill it too." The soldiers wielded their weapons, launching into an attack against Ambrose and Heather. Motherf*cker… Ambrose's gaze grew bloodshot at the sight. He raised an arm, clenching the Tyrant Hammer tightly in his fist before stepping in front of Heather. "Leave now, Heather. I'll hold them back." Upon saying the words, Ambrose met the attacks head on. How would Heather ever have the heart to do that? "Be careful, Brother Ambrose…" She clutched the baby tightly in her arms, shouting the words with all her might.

He watched their aggressive defensive lines, their synchronized passing, and their terrifyingly fast counter attacks. The headache in his temple throbbed again, but this time, it was from sheer anticipation. Julian could tell right there and then, just from watching the screen, that tonight was going to be the absolute toughest, most brutal match of his entire life. These guys weren't just good, they were damn near perfect. Julian slowly closed the tablet, his jaw clenching as he stared at the ceiling. The stage was set, the enemies were lethal, and the final battle was only a few hours away.