Heroic Novels & Stories

“These three phrases will be the foundation of your character. Always remember them, no matter your position in the future. They’ll serve as the beacons in your path forward, guiding you to eternity. Go forth, Jerome.” The words reverberated in Jerome’s ears. Adrian patted his shoulder once again and said, “Walk down your path with your head high and your heart right. A true hero is strong, reliable, and morally upright in their decisions. Your aspirations, beliefs, and courage will resonate with you, and you can only become a dominant force after acquiring these things.” He gave Jerome’s shoulder a squeeze before standing up and walking away. Jerome thought about Adrian’s words and felt the

How pathetic? Taurus… You must think you’re hot shit? You think you’re better than me you can’t speak? If it wasn’t for me your ass wouldn’t have shit. You’re just like all these bitches. Capri knew she struck a nerve. All he could do was hurl insults even without her responding. He could not help himself. He went on and on for about an hour. Until finally there was nothing but silence. 🎶 I guesssss I fell in loveeee with a toy soldier!🎶 Capri got in the shower singing this - Keri Hilson song.

Hulk charged at me and a smile broke out of my face. People knew not to do that but his size had misled him and it would be his last mistake. Just as he got to me, I swiftly kicked his legs which sent him crashing to the hard floor with a loud thud. Loud cheers erupted from the crowd at this. He made to stand up but I delivered another hard kick to his rib cage, putting all of my anger into that single kick. I heard the sound of cracked bones and it was soothing. Just as I was about to repeat the motion, he held on to my leg and flipped me and I landed on the ground.

I also figured out that Virgil was also a model. Virgil said that he was here to meet his brother as well. I have a hunch that Virgil was that fish Gheuver has caught. Why? Gheuver isn't the kind of person who can have a normal conversation with other people. He is super sarcastic and stubborn, he can turn any peaceful conversation into a fearful fight and obscene argument.

My mare, a sleek silver-gray horse named Lira, waited beside him, already saddled and bridled. Before mounting, Alexandro turned to me again, his expression more serious than before. "This won’t be easy, Serena," he said quietly. "You will see things that will haunt you. Blood. Death. War is not glorious. It’s ugly. It’s cruel." He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. "But you are not weak," he said. "You are not fragile. You are stronger than you know. You wouldn’t be standing here if you weren’t."

“Based on everything I know about you. I don't think there is a thing you could have done to stop your father.” “Because I'm weak,” I said, jerking my chin away and looking to the other side. I didn't want to see that understanding, sympathy filled face anymore. But Hero’s hand darted out and turned my head again so I was looking at him. But this time, there was anger in his face. “You are not weak,” he growled. “You are one of the strongest, and most capable people I know. You have done a lot of things on the mountain that my trained wolf couldn't even do. Don't let one asshole make you think any differently.”

Andrius’ heart bled. On the platform, Registus asked coldly, “Do you recognize them?” “Yes.” Andrius clenched his fist tightly, his eyes filled with a look of nostalgia. “Brogan Pratt, the victorious general of the Lycantroops. “He fought on the battlefield all his life and never lost a single battle. He infiltrated the enemy’s headquarters seven times, killing their commanders each time, and was known as the Hercules of the Lycantroops. “He was always at the frontlines, a true hero of the Lycantroops. He earned first-class merits eight times and special-class merits twice, yet he always attributed his accomplishments to others.

My father was a hero cop, but I was a blemish to his shining resume as I was a delinquent who smoked, drank, and got into fights. Every time I tried to visit him at the precinct, he would slap me and tell me to leave in front of his colleagues. His fatherly love was all meant for Nana Smith, the daughter of his fallen comrade who was a paragon of good character and academic excellence. When Nana was kidnapped, he sent the entire city's officers after the kidnappers. When I was stabbed three times by some thugs and called him for help, he snapped at me, "Quit being a bother. The death of vermin like you is simply good riddance anyway." Even as I suffocated in agony, I lay in a pool of my

Delilah says taking her last sip of her white wine. "In other words, I don't want you to be my Hero in any way." Delilah says offering to pour Arielle some white wine. Arielle accepted putting out her flute for Delilah to poor. Arielle looked skeptical to drink the wine but however Delilah has been drinking from this wine the entire time, it would be stupid to rebuke Delilah for a feeble reason.

This was the time when Sean finally released his pent up anger for years, he was finally going to avenge his mother's death and every other horrible thing this monster made him do. They both started fighting and even if Stephan was quite aged he was strong, he matched Sean's every punch but Sean still had the upper hand maybe it was because the right was on his side. The door on one side opened and a few men came to pull Sean back from their boss. I thought only three of them were there? I had Sean's phone in my hand so I texted Harry and Nick to come as fast as they could.