Heroic Novels & Stories

I could feel it flowing into me as a cool soothing feeling battled with the anger and burning rage. It was as if two halves of me were battling to take hold of me, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. When we spotted the warriors fighting with what I recognised as Trent’s wolf and two others I connected to my warriors. They stood down straight away, even as I can hear Dylan shouting through the link to all available warriors to look for me, they stood down at my word.

I am the fire that burns enraging the wrath and vengeance that runs in my veins but there is a twist. One thing between us is that I'm not the monster everyone plays me out to be. The people who I ruthlessly and personally kill are ones that the justice was not served to. Rapists. I despise them. With my encounter but I was strong enough to fight back, but many can't and for that reason, the messy kills will only be with them. One and one of my only purposes is to protect and take payback on the ones who can’t take the revenge they desire to have. Lucky for me I have the crazy Romano gene.

The silence was so loud I could hear the wind moving through the grass. Julian went completely still. Hector is an older warrior,broad-shouldered, with grey at his temples,he has the confidence of someone who had earned the right to speak. He wasn’t angry about what he just said, but he wasn’t sorry either. “The bond is still growing,” Julian said calmly.

“Don’t be too eager to spill blood, Michael. Once you’ve taken a life, it’s over, there’s no going back to being a good guy.” “You’re a good man, Wrath, you might be a bad guy, but you’re one of the best men I know. You’re loyal, dedicated, honorable, and you always do what’s right. If I can be half as good as you are, then I’ll call that a win,” he said. “Just stay true to who you are, no matter how hard it gets, don’t fall off that wagon.” “You know, Wrath, no matter what happens here, I’d follow you,” Weasel said, and gave him a smile.

Her uncle inquired, handing over his phone to his assistant and gesturing for their food to be brought in. “Yes, uncle. The training taught me a lot about how to survive without any modern day resources at hand. I am uncertain when that would be useful considering my future role, but I did my best to absorb as much information as I could from it regardless.” Unable to help herself, Valery’s smile spread into a mischievous grin as her eyes darted to her curious cousins. “I also fought a demonic bear while I was out there,” Valery announced, subconsciously tracing the sharp points of her teeth with her tongue as she used her pointer finger to slide her glasses up. She could barely restrain her

Her gaze scattered around the place only to spot Luca beating two of Armando's men while three of them were trying to pull Hunter off of Armando. "I'LL KILL YOU! HOW DARE YOU RAISE YOUR HAND ON MY MATE!" Hunter barked inhumanly and something twisted in her guts. "Silvia-" "Don't," She gritted glaring at Lennox. "I'm fine. I don't need your sympathy," She spat venemously. "I'm not pitying you," He grumbled as a guy tried to attack him but he quickly got to his feet fighting Armando's warrior. Armando let out a growl as he pushed Hunter off him. He didn't even breathe before pounding at Hunter but Hunter was barbaric. He was inhuman.

He reveled in the chaos and turmoil he had instigated, relishing the prospect of engaging in battle. "Ah, the righteous hero emerges," Eros sneered mockingly. "Do you honestly believe you stand a chance against me? You underestimate the power of the Eirian and the depths of my wrath." Nostrils flaring, I fought to control the rising anger within me. Every fiber of my being urged me to protect my loved ones, to stand up against the injustice that threatened to tear my family apart.

He sends the last body hurling toward another group as they charge toward him, scattering them in different directions. Hector, with the fury of the storm and the swiftness of a thunderclap, slit the throats of every rogue as he progresses forward with carefully deliberated steps. Blood spills form crimson arcs in the air, like raindrops in the wilderness, a view of satisfaction and pain. He goes for the throat of a rogue after knocking down the sword from his grip and strangling him in a minute, thanks to his lupine strength. Hunter is dangerous, but weak, owing to the endless search for the artefact, his lack of sufficient food and water, his pupils twinkling, alternating between two colou

“My name is Alexis.” Harley’s muffled moaning echoed in his head, a warning to watch out for Alex and Jon’s muscles tensed. He sucked in a breath, biting through his seething rage. “Alexis,” he obliged, putting aside the burning desire to blow her fucking brains out for even threatening Zoe. “How many times have you tried this? How many times have I shown up? She gave you what you wanted. Let her go,” he paused, contemplating his next words carefully. “She’s your friend.”

Mom knew all about my failed trip with Randell to Montville and how he had abandoned me all alone and helpless there, taking away all my money and leaving me penniless so I couldn't even find another hotel if I wanted to. She also knew that I was verbally harassed and probably nearly assaulted by an Uber driver there. On top of that, she was also aware that I would have been trapped in the Montville floods had I stayed there just a moment longer if I wasn't able to catch the flight to Merunica. Mom was best friends with Randell's mom, Hilary Jacobson, and she had also apologized profusely to Mom before for this incident, so Mom decided to just let it be for Hilary's sake.