Hiro Heroes Novels & Stories

"You little child of yesterday, stop playing with words, I don't have any weaknesses. Since you gave me five minutes, I will now give you two minutes to defeat me." "Easy peasy, I was hoping you'd say that." Hiro said. "You think you can defeat me?" Xarath snarled, Nevera's voice distorted beyond recognition. "It's not I think, I know it." Hiro answered with pride and then charged forward, his fists clenched and eyes blazing with determination. "I've faced worse than you, Xarath," Hiro declared, his voice unwavering. With a swift kick, Hiro sent Nevera's body flying across the room, but Xarath quickly regained control, summoning dark energy to amplify Nevera's physical strength.

They were putting on dragon-scale armors, which protected them from mage attacks and any other witch incarnations except for powerful curses. “Are you?” My eyes widened as I stared at Hilary, who still had a smile on her face. “Battle Lord Hilary, Alpha Ryu happens to be in his chambers, but we can’t get in without his personal maiden, whom we are yet to find.” I snapped out of the handshake, staggering back to get a full glimpse of her hair. Just as I expected, a three-way ponytail that pointed in three cardinal directions: north, west, and east. The legendary Battle Lord Hilary of the Seven Skulls is known to keep order in the supernatural world.

Akira: Hanzo Clone, Toru Wind, Kasumi Fire. Hanzo: Shadow clone. Toru: Turbulence. Kasumi: Don’t tell me what i must do. Fire Ball. Akira: Don’t complain. Earth Bind CRASHH ROAAARRRR Kasumi: Tch, it isn’t effective, HANA!!! Hana: LIghtning. DUARRR.. ROAARRRR The Goblin King in front of us gave another angry roar and trying to attack ius indiscrimately. Akira: Earth Prison.

- R H Y K E R "Captain of the White Knights, Akito Takeshi, Kai Takeshi and lastly the first commander of the army, Camélia Gran!" The guard announced, making me sigh in exasperation, I hate paperwork and if it's an urgent matter I should deal with it and solved it. My country is important to me, like my family and my girlfriend. There are three things that matter to me, I can't abandon one of them, it would represent death for me. "Your royal highness." They bowed down, I waved my hand and showed them where to seat. Akita stayed up while the commander and Kai sat down, lazy people.

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How pathetic? Taurus… You must think you’re hot shit? You think you’re better than me you can’t speak? If it wasn’t for me your ass wouldn’t have shit. You’re just like all these bitches. Capri knew she struck a nerve. All he could do was hurl insults even without her responding. He could not help himself. He went on and on for about an hour. Until finally there was nothing but silence. 🎶 I guesssss I fell in loveeee with a toy soldier!🎶 Capri got in the shower singing this - Keri Hilson song.

I was so sure of my homework. "You are as cocky as I remember you to be. You are right, though. All the odds are in your favour; however, the odds are not in his favour." Heracles pointed at my brother. "What do you mean that the odds are not in his favour? I have the crystal that Zen used also to escape and the powers from it can cover up for the two of us so, I'm taking him along with me." I insisted. "The dark powers can cover up for both of you, but he is no mage. He will die upon crossing the barrier of the forest."

"I'm not intimidated by your title or your power, Alpha Sage. And I won't be bullied into submission." "You're making a mistake, Lyra," he hissed, his breath hot against my ear. "You're playing with fire, and you'll get burned." I smiled, confidence burning within me. "I'm not afraid of the flames, Sage. And I won't back down." He just stood there, his eyes blazing with anger and frustration. Feeling his burning stare mentally strip me and I’d be lying if I said he didn’t have an intimidating look, but I wasn’t going to let him win.

A normal night. But normal never lasts. Crow slid into the chair beside me, gray streaking his beard, eyes sharp as ever. He was one of the older ones, a man who’d seen enough wars—both on foreign soil and right here in these walls—to know when something was shifting. “She’s still here,” he said, voice low. “Yeah.” “You plan on explaining that to the boys?” I took a drag from the cigarette, exhaled slow. “No explanation needed.” Crow’s chuckle was dry. “That’s not how this place works. You know that.”