Hiro Heroes Novels & Stories

This makes them the fastest land army in the kingdom. Old lord Rurui Hirotoki is the clan lord, he attended with his son and heir to the Hirotoki lordship Rokoi, they were both dressed in their green colors of theirs. The Hirotoki clan is a clan of dark-haired people and they are mostly distinguished by their green face tattoos. Lord Rurui is the oldest of the lords for he had outlived the whole of his generation most refer to him as the oldest man in the kingdom. He was sixteen years old during the last great war and fought the forces of the dark lord.

3RD PERSON Everyone is holding their breath while waiting for the duel between Black Dragon and Hercules to start. They seems to be trying to gauge each other’s skill on the sword. Hercules is using a longsword and JD is using a katana. Who will dominate the duel? Everyone is waiting to witness it. Finally, Hercules raised his sword and attacks JD in full force. JD just lightly flicks his katana towards his longsword and deflects the attack. “Is that your best?” JD asks Hercules who is already starting to get annoyed.

Name: Kuro Henn Age: 25 years old Relationship to the Host: Stranger System: system 11456 Ability: Speed Identity: Ordinary HD1 Special Circumstances: Brother-con Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Deteriorate Heroes’ [Had a love and hate relationship with his little brother. He will love if the time is right, he will hate if the time is right or wrong. He loves his brother dearly that he didnt upgrade in his Hero level and stayed at the level his little brother is]

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.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."

Kenshi remarked beaming at Yushiro. "I don't like being mocked!" Yushiro grunted. He withdrew his sword and lunges again with more force. They repeated that process over and over again. The sound of their blades echoing and the sparks when those meet, it was magnificent! When Kenshi saw how Yushiro was trying hard while he's just chilling and having fun, he started letting his guard down. He had forgotten that Yushiro is a human from Hikari, sorcery is their top option when they're losing the sword fight.

Slightly annoyed, I glanced over to my left to see that the nearby torches were still well protected under the awning, but something—or someone—was blocking their light. Now, most Guardians are in impeccable shape. We are much stronger and a lot of the time more defined than the majority of humans, thanks to our hybrid genes. Not to mention, if Viking invaders weren't enough to keep you in shape, then Strigoi sure as hell were. But this guy...he was one of the largest men I had ever seen. His shoulders were covered by a hooded cloak made out of a material I had never seen before, but the shadowed outline from the flickering light gave away their broadness and impressive stature. His legs wer

------^^^°^^^------ Meanwhile, the full force of the Blue Blood Pack, led by Alpha Jomer was about to go to attack the camp of the Night Warriors Pack when Haria suddenly came out and blocked her brother. Jomer was surprised by what Haria did and he immediately thought that she might stop him for the last time. But he noticed that she was wearing full battle gear so he wondered what her real purpose was.

Adrian had just stared at the blood on his hands. Not horrified. Not proud. Just… quiet. That was the first time the gray-bearded hunter had looked at him strangely. “You didn’t hesitate,” the man said. Adrian wiped the blade clean. “No.” The hunter nodded slowly. “Be careful with that.” “With what?” “The part of you that didn’t hesitate.” Adrian didn’t understand what he meant at the time. He would, eventually. ⸻ Years passed. More hunts. More battles. More blood.