Heroes Chronicles Novels & Stories

Naluluhang naglakad at napayakap ang mahal na Emperatres sa kaniya. Matapos ang halos isang oras na pagluluksa at paglibing sa mahal na Prinsipe ay agad na nagpatawag ng malakihan at pangkalahatang pagpupulong ang mahal na Prinsipe Greyson para sa panibagong strategy at planong gagawin kung saka sakaling sasalakay ulit ang mga kalaban. At ramdam ko na rin ang na mas lumakas na ngayon ang Knightwalker dahil sa suportang tulong ng Kaharian ng Aerosmith at Sylversten pati na ang iba’t ibang mga karatig bayan at lungsod.

I am the fire that burns enraging the wrath and vengeance that runs in my veins but there is a twist. One thing between us is that I'm not the monster everyone plays me out to be. The people who I ruthlessly and personally kill are ones that the justice was not served to. Rapists. I despise them. With my encounter but I was strong enough to fight back, but many can't and for that reason, the messy kills will only be with them. One and one of my only purposes is to protect and take payback on the ones who can’t take the revenge they desire to have. Lucky for me I have the crazy Romano gene.

Yet after everything they had uncovered over the past week, impossible was becoming alarmingly common. The footsteps resumed. Slow. Measured. Descending the grand staircase. Neither Damian nor Seraphina looked away. The beam from Damian's flashlight illuminated the staircase just as a figure emerged from the shadows. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Gray threaded through dark hair. Older than the photographs. Harder. His face carried the weight of years spent hiding. Years spent surviving. But the resemblance was undeniable. The same eyes. The same sharp features. The same Blackwood blood. Damian stared.

Lycaon was the first werewolf to walk the Earth. Hecate and Lycaon decided to work together to try and bring revenge upon Zeus. The years continued to pass and soon Lycaon realized that when Hecate transformed the curse, so too did it give him special powers. His bloodthirsty ways continued, and he learned that he could turn a human into what he was, and so he decided to build himself an army of werewolves to overpower Zeus. Lycaon’s followers had all the traits of Lycaon, they could transform at will but had no choice during a full moon. They were stronger and faster than humans, but they did not get the eternal life that Lycaon had, only a longer than average lifespan. Lycaon was content w

The scenario turned awkward, and the tension built just watching it unfold. “Did I ask something wrong?” “No,” he answered. “I lead them like an alpha, but I'm not an alpha. In the early days when the curse began in families, some had crescent moons as their mark. The alphas get a full moon. That hasn't happened in over ten generations.” “But wolves still need a leader,” Orion chipped in. “That's why Mr Franklin, being the one with more experience, is doing that for us.” “Are we done lecturing the newbie so we can get back to business at hand?” Cameron spoke impatiently.

“Oh there you are. What's the reason for this sudden morning walk, my love?” Hireath asked Malakai. “I'm so sorry for making you worry about me this early in the morning. I just couldn't sleep so I decided to go clear my head. Pardon my manners, my love, let me formally introduce you to our guest. His name is Hector, Alpha of the Halo clan.” “Hector, meet my charming and adorable wife, queen Hireath of the Lycan pack.” Malakai smiled as he introduced Hireath to Hector.

A shifter or maybe even a vampire? When dragons live forever, the possibilities are endless. *** Angelos, daughter of Hera, granddaughter of Zeus I'm weary. I never dreamed it would take this long to break the curse. Dragons are so very stubborn. They had only to open their hearts, give up their pride, and love someone more than they loved themselves. It took a child for them to see the light. I understand this because I love my daughter in exactly the same way.

Apparently, her parents had been killed over a disagreement her dad had with some high-ranking men that belonged to an ancient society. “The black scorpion.” The name sounded strange coming from her mouth. She had heard very little about them, but she knew they were believed to be extinct. She scrolled to the next page and paused, staring at the strange symbol on the page. It had a little inscription at the bottom, written in a language that seemed to be Latin. “Strange!” she muttered. She printed the photo out and stared at it, tracing her hands on the inscription. “Who were these people? Why does Giovanni have all this information?” she asked herself.

However, a short while later, the few comments supporting me were quickly drowned in other more vicious, mocking ones instead. I didn't want to continue looking at the screen anymore. I bought another flight ticket on my phone and changed my account password after that so Randy couldn't log into my account anymore. The next day, I finally boarded the flight to Merunica. Aunt Gracie had been waiting for me at the airport for a long time. She nearly burst into tears as soon as she caught sight of me. Aunt Gracie had immigrated to Merunica in her earlier years and spent most of her life here. However, as she grew older, she began missing home and the rest of her family there too.

As the chamber of healing bathed in an aura of tranquility, Azaroth finished his report to Count Rufus, the ruler of House Valentino, about the events that transpired between Alex and the celestial being, Lysandra. He recounted everything he had witnessed during the encounter—the mysterious potion, the surge of power, and the vortex of dark energy that seemed to beckon Alex.