Heroic Novels & Stories

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.”

He doesn't take his name in front of his mother. He doesn't know why she hates him so much. But no matter. For him. He will always be his hero. Zander King. The Empire king of this world. The most powerful figure in the entire world, the undefeated King.

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.

I enter this room with Arthur, his eyes telling me it is gonna be fine but I really hate the needles. “I’m sorry, but I really afraid to do everything with needles in it, can you please accompanying me while the doctor takes my blood?” I asked Arthur and hoping he wouldn’t reject it. “Sure, you can hold my hand if it’s too hard for you to face alone. I don’t mind” he replied without any doubt. “But please, consider Vincent’s feeling, he seems to want to help but you implicitly always reject it” he whispers. I was surprised for a moment before saying that I will not explicitly show it again.

another child comes up, pointing to Leana and Drake. “Hello, Prince Urien. I’m Alpha Kieran.” He smiles at me, obviously pleased that I know he’s a prince. “So it works?” Maeve asks examining Asmodeus carefully. “I understand you are partially responsible for me being able to walk in the sun again. You have my eternal gratitude,” Asmodeus says. “And considering you’re immortal, that’s a lot of gratitude,” Xander says to him before turning to me.

But when a few of them came too close, trying to subdue him, Hector fought back with lethal precision. His strikes were fast, calculated, and unrelenting. He knew how to turn the environment to his advantage, using everything—from walls to discarded weapons—as tools to avoid bullets and deliver quick, powerful blows. Hector was a master of his craft, and it showed as he incapacitated his opponents, knocking them down in one swift motion each time. He was cold, calculating, and ruthlessly efficient.