Heroic Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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

Christiana said making Amanda laugh. "Then the other is women who are actually inspired by their men. When I met James during that interview I was honestly really inspired by him and wanted to do better for myself. Now he even supports and motivates me, do you get? So intimidated? Nahhh." Christiana explained answering her on own questions. James smiled proud of her and himself. "That's deep... How did you feel seeing those comments online calling you a hoe, gold digger and other hateful comments?" "I want to say I was a bad bitch and didn't let it affect me but I can't." Christiana said and Amanda chuckled. "Whyy?"

The aura covering him shone brighter, for the very first time since I knew him, Hope made me doubt victory. "Hero Time is a technique that boosts the user's abilities tenfold for a few minutes, so at that moment, I'm the most powerful in the whole village!" "But... It doesn't make sense, Hero time is a technique accessible only to the advanced Hero class, you shouldn't be able to use it, it's impossible, you're impossible!" He smiled, delighted with my astonishment. "It's true, a normal Hero wouldn't make it, but what about a transcendental Hero?"

she shouted, her voice carrying authority amidst the chaos. Xavier, his face etched with determination, lunged into battle, his strength and agility unmatched. Leina, her daggers glinting in the moonlight, fought with precision, delivering swift strikes. But their opponent possessed an overwhelming strength and speed, pushing them to their limits. It was then that a towering figure stepped forward, his presence emanating power. "I am Hyperion," he declared, his voice laced with arrogance. "An Alpha in the Lycan pack."

“Where are you?” Victor positioned himself between Olivia and the door, his gun raised and ready. The door burst open, and Leo stormed in, his knife raised. He paused when he saw Victor, his face twisting with rage. “You,” Leo growled. “You think you can take her from me?” Victor didn’t hesitate. “Step away, Leo,” he commanded, his voice steady. “This ends now.” Leo laughed. “You think you’re the hero, don’t you? But heroes don’t win, Victor. I do.”

Realization dawned on me that he was enjoying the violence. I hated him and I wanted to hurt him badly. I flailed my legs, unable to kick him. 'Adrianne.. I think I prefer Rianne. Catches the moment. Quite a fighter, aren't you? ' I glared into his eyes and stifled a gasp. His eyes were dead. Whoever said that eyes were the windows of the soul hadn't met this dude. His eyes were blank, lifeless and had a cruel glint in it. 'Feisty. Just the way I like it.'