Heroes Origin Novels & Stories

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.

It was biologically impossible, a fundamental truth of the supernatural world. Until me, that is. I’m what my mother used to refer to as a tribrid. That’s it. No fancy origin word, no ancient prophecy. Just… tribrid. Because I’m the first of my kind. See, while the humans were just figuring out that their next-door neighbor might actually sparkle or howl at the moon, I had known about the supernatural world my entire life. It was just… normal. My mother was a hybrid vamp, born with witch abilities, which already made her pretty unique. But then she went and did the unthinkable: she fell in love with a wolf. Not just any wolf, but a pure-blood werewolf. A walking, talking contradiction to eve

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.

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

Heracles interjected. Reus was one of the few born of Zeus’ lineage that Heracles could call brother. This was not merely because Reus was not bigoted like Ares was, but because Reus had rejected the heritage of Olympus even though he was strong enough to have it thrown at his feet, just like he Heracles had done.

“And Cass, he’s never attempted to make contact with a tame. I didn’t even know he knew about Mystic and Ally. Who would have thought that the daughter of Ally would be the wolf to help my son?” I looked down. “My mother and Hanon…” “The stories are true, Natalia.” he shifted in his seat. “I’m sorry. I know how hard this must be for you.” “It’s not.” I wrapped my arms around myself. “It’s starting to make sense.” Hugo had been silently listening. He came around the coffee table and sat beside me, wrapping a tentative arm over my shoulders. I let him pull me to him and leaned my head on his shoulder. I think it was as comforting for him as it was for me. We both had a lot of things to think a