Novel & Cerita Heroes Origin

Maereth smiled. Not kindly. “Yes,” she murmured. “You’ll do just fine.” That was how the last heir of fang and claw was found. Not by love. Not by fate. But by someone who knew how to keep dangerous things alive until the world was ready to bleed for them.

mentally ill. I'm still not convinced this isn't a mental break. Maybe it finally happened. It's real. You're a werewolf. Well, half. You are also half-human because your mom was. But you are also special. The moon goddess chose you... Wait, moon goddess? Yes, she's who creates us. She determines our destiny. At least who our mates are, what pack we are born into. Mate? As in who we end up being with? Marrying?

“Each of your brothers has passed before me and I have sought to infer the will of the new head chief. Your siblings are smaller, weak, older, and less experienced in the battle fight. And he said to me, ‘Look at their image or the height of their reputation. I need a strong warrior. Powerful enough to fight the abomination of hell, fight those vampires and the likes.’ For head chief, Leo sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but he looks on the heart. And sir Leo has chosen any other of your preferences. Knowing this young Damian, every human has evolved from the forefather's chosen destiny. We are all the offspring of the survivors of war. Thus, it is reasonable that w

The star seed glowed brighter and brighter until it erupted into a burst of dazzling radiance, forming a new hero—a Luminarii hero, destined to protect their realm and bring balance back to the cosmos. Embracing their newfound destiny, the Luminarii hero set forth on their own extraordinary journey. With each step they took, the hero's light grew stronger, and their connection to the hero's legacy deepened. They discovered that their tale was intertwined with the hero's—their actions and choices echoed the hero's own journey of love and courage.

The day the new Pack House was finished, my mother, Aria, the Luna, announced the room assignments. Every space in the three-story mansion was claimed. The top floor was the Alpha and Luna’s suite. The room next to it—the biggest, the most beautiful, with moonstones embedded in the walls to soothe a wolf’s soul—was for Chloe. Chloe’s father died ten years ago in the Blood Moon War. He sacrificed himself to save my brother, Jasper. After that, my family adopted her. The whole pack treated her like a hero’s orphan, protecting her at all costs. I traced the blueprints with my finger. Room by room. My name wasn't there. I asked my mother. She paused, then spoke in that gentle, matter-of-fact ton

Blood gushed from Heros’ mouth, and he groaned like he was about to cry. “It’s me!! Servant!!” “WHAT??!!” That was the cry of everyone in the house. Gemma tried to figure it out. She looked at Heros, who was sitting weakly on the floor, surrounded by the best Archturian warriors and a woman who was no less savage. His face was resigned, like a thief caught red-handed and battered by the mob. “How could that be??” “I said I will go out to find a body that just died, so that my soul has a body, so I can help you fight!”

SOPHIE'S POV I'm here in my room dressing in clothes that I'm comfortable with so I won't have a hard time fighting later. I noticed a long box on the side of my cabinet. I immediately opened it and saw a sword that my father had given me, he said it was from our ancestors. It is not just an ordinary sword because it comes from a goddess. My father said that the goddess gave it because of the heroism of our ancestors, that our ancestors saved thousands of lives when there was a war here in Ausgberg. It was passed on until grandfather bequeathed the sword to father. I immediately placed the sword around my waist. While I was arranging the things I would use later, suddenly there was a knock o

Ofcource the reason that makes me different from other girls is my father itself. I was a born fighter because my father worked for the mafia clan. When he was old and retired, my father started training youg kids to work for mafia. He should have been discgraced that he gave birth to a woman but this is sure enough that he never regretted it because I proved myself to be a better person for him than his adopted sons.

NICHOLAS (Age 16, 4 years ago) The picture frame of our family that hung on the wall fell down the floor with a loud crash that caused the glass to shatter and scatter across the floor where my mom laid, her arms curled protectively against her middle as she cried. Her nose was broken, I could tell from the way the blood was gushing out. She had several cuts all over her face and lips. I looked up to see the figure that loomed over her, breathing heavily as he towered above my mom's small frame, the man that is my father, Jack.

Black The Origin Chapter 42: Pursuer (2) "Can I come?" Those are the words Alkhun didn't expect. "Huh?" He was confused. Cyan Hogi was a guy who never leaves this capital. It was something he heard from rogh. "He never left the capital?" Alkhun was shocked when he first heard this and who wouldn't be from the perspective of a hundred years old immortals that just seem ridiculous. Like a child given feet but doesn't