Heroic Novelas e Histórias

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.

HUNT "If you want to be a leader, you can't make stupid decisions and mistakes. Love isn't what makes you a stronger Alpha for the pack, nor does mercy. Toughen up or get out of my pack," my father said, walking around my room. I remembered him killing one of the rogues earlier. The image haunted my mind as he drove his dagger into the rogue's neck and dark blood split from the open wound.

Zeki asked nervously. “Yeah,” I answered, then raised my voice. “Hey, Mount Fort!” He grunted in response with his stone brow cocked. There was silence between us, though I could hear Zeki’s teeth clattering. “I am Hercules’s Brave, a power brave!” He snarled, furrowing his brows. “You heard me! Either you run away or chase them, I’m still coming after you!” He bellowed a booming growl. I counted that he had five steps to reach us.

"Shit! I hurt you!" ********

The atmosphere crackled with tension as Alcides struggled to rise. The chant of "kill, kill, kill" echoed, Helios closing in on Alcides. Meanwhile, Rhesus, torn between tragedy and political alliances, struggled. Helios prepared for a final strike, but Alcides, with breathtaking agility, evaded. Seizing the opportunity, he kicked Helios, disrupting the champion's composure.

It seemed Hercules was a lover of black, the only part of him not black was his skin which was a rich golden hue, and his eyes were a brilliant amber color with flecks of gold that flashed as he watched them approach. I felt an instinctive urge to curl my lips and snarl out a challenge to the other Alpha, he urges an alpha telling him he must be the biggest badass predator in the room and Hercules was a serious threat to his supremacy. I stomped down hard on those urges, I was not a young, budding, and unruly alpha jockeying for position. Nothing like the foolish Colin and his ilk. I was the next Alpha King and while I might be slightly smaller than Hercules, I was not weaker.

Nicholas said still staring at me. I wrinkled my face at him. "Really?" "What?" "That's such a cheesy line and I've read it in too many romance novels to know what it means." | said and that seemed to have Nicholas interest because he sat up from the bed. "Oh yeah, what does it mean?” Nicholas asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at his piqued interest. "The hero says something like that to the heroine and she momentarily forgets herself. Before you know it, they are making sex memories."

Hector’s eyes dropped to them for a moment before coming back up, and as we stared at each other I realized that I couldn’t for the life of me tell what was going through his head at this moment. This wasn’t unusual though, and as the silence turned pregnant with words unspoken I waited to get some sign from Hector that would let me launch into what I had to come to tell him—an apology, or a reprimand. He gave me nothing though, letting out a tired sigh after sometime and tilting his chin back upwards once more. I began to tense, interpreting this as a dismissal until his smooth baritone cut through my thoughts like a knife through butter. “My mother used to be obsessed with the classics,” h