Heroic Novels & Stories

Libia grabbed her phone, and when she looked at the screen, she realized it was exactly two in the morning. Lison seemed very still, as if he hadn’t moved from his spot all night. The encounters with him were always otherworldly. From the first time they were together, she openly showed her masochistic tendencies. She genuinely wanted to heal and put effort into it, but Tiodor was the kind of man she shouldn’t get involved with, which only made her more infatuated with the idea of being his heroine, the woman who would bring him back to the right path.

Hercules added. As Audrey received Hercules' reply, she couldn't help but feel frustrated. She knew he was right about Anna being heavily guarded, but she didn't want to miss this chance to avenge her pack. She replied back to him, "I know it's risky, but I can't let this opportunity slip away. I have to do this." Hercules tried to reason with her, "Audrey, you have to think this through. If you get caught, it will be game over. And what about Alex? You don't know of his on to you." But Audrey had already made up her mind.

I took small quiet steps till my knees touched the behind of the bench he was perched upon. "Sir?", his head snapped towards me in less than a second, gorgeous silver hair wet at the ends with sweat sticking to his forehead and dragon-like eyes red with fury. His nose flared with every angry pant of his lips and puff of his chest. I kept my heart which was clenching with fear, at bay and circled the bench till I was standing right next to him.

“Would you just let me hug you? You had a crappy encounter. You need a hug.” He sagged into the physical contact. “I’m fine.” “No, you’re not. That was horrible.” I planted a kiss on the center of his back. My lips touched the fabric of his shirt and not bare skin, but the soft peck still had an effect on him because he shuddered slightly. “I’m sorry about your mom, Noah. I’m sorry you had to see that.”

What the hell are you up to? [Let's end this now. I'll call you when I get free time. Sorry, I'm feeling sleepy now.] [H-hey,] I heard that there's a sudden changes in his voice. There's a hint of confusion in his voice, and fear at the same time making me hit my head. Argh, what am I doing? [I apologize, it just that it's already late and I think you need to sleep now. You have a training tomorrow, and you need to gain some strength.]

Sorin was stubborn as a mule and Maceo knew Sorin wasn't gonna accept anytime soon the fact that he was still hurting or more than accepting he just didn't want to show it. Maceo hoped that it wouldn't destroy Sorin. Sorin had been broken already as it was. ____________________________________________________________________ BAM! Sorin landed a perfect hit on his opponent's jaw making his opponent gush out blood from his lips. His opponent grunted as he staggered back. His opponent was stocked up, big muscles and all but in height he was almost same as Sorin, maybe even an inch smaller giving Sorin the advantage of speed and height which he was using to the fullest potential.

Hector told me that morning in training. Hector and I were gathered around by the warriors, urging us to have a second match. Hector initially refused, but after everyone chanted "Scaredy cat," he accepted. We started circling each other, and I could feel the energy radiating from Hector. He lunged at me, and I blocked him. Then I went on the offensive, and I forced him back. As we continued to fight, I could tell Hector was getting more serious. The intensity in his eyes grew, and his strikes became more precise. I could tell he was focused on more than proving himself; Hector was determined to show the other warriors that he was not a scary cat but a formidable wolf. It was clear that I ha

She guessed he had German or some other husky, tall ancestry too. He wasn’t handsome in any conventional sense, his cheekbones so pronounced they made him appear too harsh. Some might not consider him good-looking but he was quite exotically beautiful. She guessed the bone structure might be caused by whatever genetic altering had been done to him. He looked human but not quite fully so. With his hate-filled glare and the tense jaw, it gave him a snarling appearance, which he actually did the moment Ellie inched closer. The deep growl made her pause, heart pounding, and fear shot through her. He looked intensely masculine and rough, projecting how dangerous he could be. It disturbed her that

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.

I wheezed, inhaling a shaky breath and a lung full of his musky scent, "she died. Clearly, I can't be her anymore." "Oh yes. you can," Jericho said adamantly, "it was never physical strength that made you strong. It was everything else. It was who you were as a person. Who you aspired to be. You're strong. It's built into your personality. This shouldn't be getting you down." "That's easy for you to say," I rasped, gathering myself.