Heroes Origin Novels & Stories

Alvara and Hudson snapped impatiently. “ Ok, if you insist” Ben gave in. “ Well, let’s just say; the first know mutant were evil one’s and they used their powers for their selfish gain” Ben began. “ Who were the first mutants?” Hudson asked. “ Here’s the story; "One million years ago, an alien race called the ‘CELESTIALS’ came all the way from their planet to earth and performed a genetic experiment proto- humanity, incorporating and altering the DNA in the genetic code of the early species of the genus homo to allow future generations gain superpowers” Ben explained.

I admitted, the confession tumbling out like something that had been pressing against me for years. “You’re alive,” Jonah said. “And you’re here.” That was true. The night hummed around us, full of streetlights and distant horns and the quiet memory of a shadow that had just left. My hands were sticky with tealeaves and something else—adrenaline, perhaps, layered over the taste of a life that could be started again. I looked at Jonah. The man had bruises blooming on his knuckles, the kind that tell stories without words. “Why did you come?” I asked. “Why risk it?”

"Your suffering shaped you, but it did not define you. It was meant to awaken the strength within you, one that has long been buried." "Buried?" My eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?" She lifted her hand, and suddenly, images flashed before my eyes, scenes from a past I didn’t recognize. A woman who looked like me was standing in a temple bathed in silver light. A child, me? Cradled in her arms. A man with piercing golden eyes watching from the shadows. "You come from a line of warriors and rulers, those chosen by the moon to protect its power. But your birth was... unexpected."

A massive ice-blue dragon roared from my staff, surging into the sky. Absolute zero. All four enemies–frozen solid in place. "Now. Kill." My voice was calm. Cold. Matthew's ADC unleashed a storm of arrows from the backline, shredding their front line in seconds. Shadow emerged from the darkness like a phantom. A flash of steel–two strikes, and their unprotected carry was gone. Under Miracle Hands's perfectly timed shields, Cedric's swordsman descended like a war god. Blade flashing–cutting through the frozen, low-health enemies one after another.

The crowd fell silent, anticipating his next words. "You all witnessed this warrior's competence with your own eyes. His splendid prowess must have roused your curiosity. I am certain you all are eager to know who he is, where did he come from and what is his origin. What if I tell you he is one of us. What if I tell you he is our light, our hope for a better future. What if I tell you he is the son of our beloved late King Kyda," commotion ensued among the crowd the moment Herones spoke the last words. Herones continued to speak through the chaos.

Atlas, Adonis, and Xerxes “I think of Adonis because he is so beautiful, but then he would not only be known for his beauty but for his strength, which makes Atlas more suitable; also, he will succeed me when I am no more and will rule the Titans, who are the heroes. He would be the hero among heroes, which makes me think about Xerxes.” “He will be called Xerxes. He is a hero among heroes. His parents are warriors, and I know he will become a great warrior someday,” Laika said.

" The two of them were busy plotting against the two love birds and in the meantime, Heron was busy fighting for his life. He wanted to run from this merciless jinn Ravana who wanted nothing else but Heron's dead body because he had proved to be a threat to his plans. Running as fast as he could, Heron didn't realize that it had started raining. It was raining on him but fortunately, he saw the dim lights nearby and his mind quickly told him that he was somewhere close to the city so he quickly screamed out and luckily for him, some men came to his rescue in time before Ravana could do anything harmful to him. "Who are you. We don't know you Sir. We've never seen you in this city."the men as

The worst thing; no one from heaven descended to aid them this time. After a decade of hopelessness and complete surrender, Heroes rose from various origins—holding on to their own intentions. They, who dared to scream in the middle of the conjurers' blissful singing, dared to steal the scripture from the wicked creatures who were granted the power to overwrite their destinies — concluded themselves victorious thereon.

Lori says earning an ear from Arielle. "Why exactly ?" Arielle asked. "A family that goes way back but not as powerful as the Ekalots, They are the Schneider's. They have an old beef with the Ekalots. Theodore is a descendant of the Schneider's and they vowed nothing to do with the Ekalots and that dumbass fell for Delilah, he always wants to be her side so he never took his rightful position." Lori says.

) Before she could finish, several white mist silhouettes take on human form, the form of their closest companions of yore. "They are the descendants of those twelve heroes, my old friends." The woman suffers a great shock from such a situation, later on, a deep melancholy envelops her heart due to the cruel fate they have had to go through; since they were her friends who went through the same or greater hardships than her. The twelve heroes once called "HEROIBUS FIDEI DUODECIM" * "Disgusting humanity" She cursed The souls taking shape, they saw the situation, they also felt the same shock as the woman, but they quickly understood the current scenario.