Heroes Generations Novels & Stories

Was Clara of the old generation then? “Yes Child. This generation of Beastmen - those who survived after the last Great War - is referred to as the new generation. The old generation folks died long ago.” Clara answered succinctly. “I see,” Kylie nodded her head with a bit of surprise on her face. That meant even Sir Kaizo was part of the new generation. “Why don’t we believe in the legend then?” Kylie asked, her words revealing that she had accepted her identity as a Beastman. Clara smiled at her subconscious action. With a small shake of her head she sighed and said,

"Yes, your father and I fell in love but our union was not cursed by Mother Gaia as she claimed. My sisters; Hekate, Hestia, Artemis, Athena and I are the balance keepers of the mortal world. In this essence, we were expected to stay pure and whole so that we can keep the scales aligned. We could rule without being influenced by earthly or upper realm desires. That is not to say that we were forbidden to find love. Mother Gaia wished nothing but happiness for her children. She wanted us to never be inhibited by the duties of Olympus. When I met Stefan, I knew that I had found my better half." Her eyes were filled with love and the memories of the past she shared with my father. It filled me

She walked into Roverthhood not as prey, not as outcast— but as the daughter of Robin Sterling, the forgotten heir. And in her silence, vengeance took root. ---

she said, turning as her hair swayed with her and she walked away. "Wait up," he said, jogging and stopping when he was beside her. "Let's take a walk around the great Carrington mansion," Levi added. It was one that had been passed down for three generations now. Her father grew up there as a child with his brother and sister. She did too, even though she was barely in the house at all times.

Clara's POV Never would I have imagined that Chelsea would end up the one person being lucked to be reborn with me in this lifetime. I looked at her slim figure. She looked different from how she was in the past life, younger and more beautiful, and if I hadn't seriously noticed her facial features in the past life because of how she was always around me, I wouldn't have recognised her now. But what if this was a trap from someone who wanted to see my downfall? Someone like Bianca who was bent on destroying me in this life too.

Her voice was smooth and dangerous; it did not rise, but it carried a coldness that made Jack’s jaw tighten. “Don’t try that with me,” Jack growled. “You shot my men. You stole my ledger. You used my name to make your move. That’s a war.” Scarlett’s expression did not change. She lifted a hand and two shots cracked like thunderclaps. The sound ripped through the air, and two figures next to Jack folded forward with dull thunks as they hit the ground. One boy made a small, terrible noise and did not move again. The other lay still, winded but breathing. Blood darkened his coat where it hit the concrete.

I replied as Orel jerked in surprise. “They have twice as much as we do Themis, surely you cannot be right.” “Oh I am right, we have something that they don’t.” I winked at him. “And what is that?” Orel asked me with skeptism written all over his tone. “The most powerful legion of the last magic kingdom that survived the fall of that era and their queen.” I replied as Orel looked at me with a thoughtful look on his face before nodding. “Okay, let’s end this war.” Orel made to stand but I covered his hand with mine.

Her hair was a very deep rich brown, as wavy as Favour's but worn long. There never seemed to be time in her life for regular hairdresser appointments. Currently it fell to below her shoulder-blades. Luckily she only had to wash it for it to look reasonably good. Her eyes were more amber than brown, like their mother's, but her eyebrows and lashes were almost black, giving them a dark look. The only feature she'd inherited from their father was height. She was a head taller than Favour who had his colouring but their mother's more petite figure.

One of Christian's friends congratulated him. Christian sipped on his drink. "Thanks Aaron, but really, I should thank my ancestors, they started the consortium." Christian said, sincerely. Indeed, the Stark Consortium had existed since medieval times, and Christian had inherited the position of head of the consortium from his father. But now he was old and had handed the responsibility to the only Stark heir left, Arthur. Christian just hoped his grandson was mature enough to run the consortium. That was also one of the reasons he was insisting that his grandson should get married and have kids.

Carl answered casually, smiling at their head hazer who is obviously waiting for his reply. "Whatever they have it doesn't change who they are to me, and even to you" Carl added while earnestly staring at Tim. "Nothing changes to the respect and loyalty I have for the two brothers. It's their life and they both deserve to be happy" Prem also added. "Neither do I" their head hazer exclaimed together with the raising of the beer bottles of the hazers, signifying their full support. "Love has no gender, no color, no race, and no age" Carl announced as he also raised his beer together with Tim and the other freshmen.