Heroes Generations Novels & Stories

He said bitterly, “Unexpectedly, after countless entrapochs of waiting, the one that came is the successor of Marciais Power. What about the successors of Historial Power? What are they even doing?” Hearing the chubby old man’s complaints, Yared said, “Stop dreaming. Our younger generations are useless now and are completely unable to harness Historial Power. Instead, they came up with something called Genesis…” The tall old man grabbed Yared by the collar and interjected, “Enough of your nonsense! Why are you praising others and bringing down your own? Where’s your dignity and honor?” “Dignity? Honour?” Yared scoffed, “What dignity and honor is left to preserve when even we three were defea

"So what about it? Does he have a clue that it's the Lane family that he's about to face?" All the Genetic Fighters in Zombieland were looking at Lucas with a pitiful look. Lucas then thought about waiting for their arrival instead. In no time, a group of Genetic Fighters showed up grandly, like a ferocious tiger coming down a hill. Lucas happened to meet with the two leaders of the group of Genetic Fighters, who happened to be Hercules, and the fifth elder, Herman. "Who! Who's the one who dares challenge the Lane family?!" Hercules roared to the crowd of people.

"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."

"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."

Not yet. Because she understood that forcing someone to open up before they were ready only caused them to build higher, thicker walls. She would wait. She would watch over her silently. And when the day finally came that Divya felt strong enough to let the armor drop, Isha intended to be right there to catch her. Across the table, Divya laughed softly at a lighthearted remark her mother made. But deep beneath that calm, smiling exterior, a fierce storm still raged. She knew the memories wouldn't vanish overnight. Perhaps they would never truly disappear.

So she is often persive as the bad guy or villian instead of a saviour or hero. She was escorted by one of her Mates which is named Herald Contis, a sentinel of one of the elders. He is responsible for the updates and affairs of the Panel. He is a Alpha Gilgamesh so to say. But it isn't confirmed to that he is one. But rumors say that he was once a intelligence and wise that led the army of the Great war between Khar'var and Qwelin against its invaders that were the Vlad, a bhampirs clan that sabotages or demolishes every werewolves pack into extinction. They were pure evil but again they have been fighting the same wars again and again relatively that it's hard to say or side with a either

Lithonia and Edafos were actually brother who were always enemies. Until now, Keith didn't know why he should hate Lithonia? why did he want to beat Nathan? Keith never understood, what reason made him have to follow everything his predecessors did? Hatred and revenge that have been passed down from generation to generation, even for 1000 years. Somehow Keith started to regret what he did that day, the day he almost killed Nathania in the fight in Lithonia. Keith thought, had he not done it then, maybe Lithonia and Edafos could really make peace. Maybe finally he can meet the woman he loves and marry her. If that bond were formed, there would be no more reason for Lithonia and Edafos to cont

Trinity inquired disgust laced in her tone like the very people she was talking about weren't her family. "It was what your grandfather wanted." Amoy's sister scoffs. "Why on earth would he want that?" "As you know the Tyler organisation has been in this family for four generations and I intend to make it five. So with that being said, my grandchildren will have the chance to inherit the business." Everyone began talking shocked and angry. "You're skipping a whole generation, mother." William's sister Paula states.

It felt like it had happened eons ago even though it hadn’t even been up to a week. It was crazy to think that a few days ago, Sin had been a stranger to me. Now, he was an essential part of my life. “I’m Jen. He’s Gage.” I heard Sin sigh exasperatedly behind me. “He’s Sin, I’m Ca-“ I couldn’t seem to force the words past my throat. For some reason, it was getting harder and harder to play this role. My soul rejected the idea that all of this wasn’t real.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"