Heroes Die Novels & Stories

She snarled at him. In a mild way it was true. Suzanne O'Izzy was just an average kid, a clumsy kinda girl with big dreams. She wants to be the hero everyone looks up to so badly. Luckily in her country, Herotapolis, there was an organization, Hero League, that could make her dream come true but first she and the others who are vying to be heroes have to go through a test known as the Thriox which consists of three tests. Oral, written and field.

Heroes got a new AI the older generation AI created with their own self-consciousness with a little bit of experience serving as their panel daily task voice prompt and Sotiras got the more intelligent and powerful one as it only needed to consume a little bit of energy for the Sotiras to know their task or do the things or make the Sotiras wanted to do. Well, even though both 'Heroes' and 'Sotiras' was still dominated by an AI, controlling them and putting a bomb on their head that serve as the binding method for the loyalty of the system and the Host, not discriminately leaving the other person or an AI behind in times of danger. Well, the only thing that can break their binding if ever th

But, this wasn't the subject right now. “Do you know what is the difference between a naive fool and a hero of justice?" She clenched her fist, a fierce expression on her face. "It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.”

He leaned forward and pulled me into his arms. He lifted my chin and forced me to look at him. "Who upset you?" I merely shook my head. A single tear fell at exactly the right moment. It landed on the back of his hand. It was warm. His gaze darkened, and he held me even tighter. "Alright. Don't cry." His rare gentle tone only sent a chill down my spine. "Kayla is coming tomorrow." Kayla Larson was his treasured first love. The next day, Kayla arrived right on time.

Jaiyana lifted her hand to quiet the room again, a smile gracing her face. “The evil we face now has been lost to memory. Lost to time and ancient myth. We can feel its effects all around us. We feel it in greedy men, scornful women, and those who live to do others harm. Yes, it is true Durga defeated the Demon King, but she could not have done it without her army.” She paused as the warriors muttered in agreement. “You are the true heroes of this story. You are the teeth and claws, the steel and fire, the magic and will that will stand between this world and ruin. Without you, I am nothing but a spark. With you, we become a blaze that no shadow can extinguish.”

I frowned. "Then tell me why the fuck am I here for and I fucking know damn well its more then getting me to talk about my father's hideout. So tell me, who the fuck you are and why am I really here?!" She placed her hand over her chest mockingly. "Oh my gosh, where are my manners? I'm sienna darling, sorry for the late introduction." I rolled my eyes. "Nice to know you slutty sienna, now tell me the truth on why am I really here and who you two are working for." She glared at me.

"We'll talk to the squad, I'm sure they'll understand you as long as you don't have any more intentions of killing the Divine one." "But–." "But we have a bigger problem here, because when I saved Hera, Jisor and I fought with four weird people who tried to get Hera from us ." "The hoplites." We all whipped our heads behind us when Ceres spoke. "Hera called us before she got into an accident that she was being tailed by the hoplites." "Who are they?" Jiroo asked. "They seemed so skilled in fighting." "Joy, Yael, Mona and Daren. They are the ones sent to find Hera and now that they know where Hera is, she's in danger."

Herod, always the voice of reason amidst our impulsive nature, displayed a calmness that bordered on eeriness as he dispatched his adversaries with precision and grace. Rome, with his unruly mop of hair and a wide, devilish grin, was like a force of nature unleashed. His relentless energy and unwavering loyalty were a beacon of hope amidst the darkness. Keigan, the silent warrior with a gaze that could pierce the very soul, fought with an intense focus that left no room for error.

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.

"She was... every man's dream woman and one man thought himself lucky to be her beloved but that relationship wasn't meant to be because she'd been destined for another by the gods." "Can I give it a title?" She looked up at him. "Sure." "How about Destined Hearts?" She beamed. "Or… His and Hers?" "Nice. I like it." "Go on." "Unfortunately... Her kingdom has been at war with another one for ages. They were so far gone that no one actually remembered the reason for the war in the first place." He said. "It came to a time when a hunter got carried away on his hunt, crossed the border into enemy territory and killed an animal on that land and he was beheaded."