Héroe Novels & Stories

“I’m sure he didn’t mean it.” The confidence that Hero spoke with caught Ophelia’s curiosity. “What makes you so sure?” “Because it’s Noah,” Hero instantly said as if he prepared the answer beforehand. “He never means any harm. He is just a little-” He paused, thinking of the proper word to describe his friend. He ran a hand on his smooth jaw as he ran through his vocabulary. “Dimwitted,” Hero finally said. Ophelia believed him with just this sentence. It fitted Noah’s character as she knows it the best.

}Jay mind linked Kaeden while he glanced coldly at the crowded people at the main lobby. “ {I don't think any of our kind are brave enough to go against your warning. Apparently, those people are mobilized by Haco.”}Kaeden answered. { Audacious! } Jay's grip at Casey's waist tightened while his eyes flickered with black color for a second. { What does he have that he could be so brave to do!?} Haco was a shapeshifter who was running one of the most successful media houses in the country.

Chase scoffed, not even bothering to look at Hero directly. "It's good that you know!" Hero's eyes narrowed, his face twisting with a sinister grin. "I, Hero Weber, am the future heir of the Webers. And you, a mere nobody, dare to offend me? If you don't explain yourself today, don't blame me for being ruthless!" As he spoke, he pulled out a dagger from his pocket. With a swift motion, the blade gleamed under the light, its edge cold and sharp. "Don't try to scare me," Chase said, shaking his head. He had already sensed Hero's weak martial aura. In Chase's eyes, such an opponent was not even worth the effort.

They all looked up at him. "This is the history of Hero League, listen well because I'll only say this once," he told them. "The crime rate of Herotapolis was very high and it kept on increasing, most people referred to it as the 'Blood city' as lots of killings were done by terrorists and robbers. It was totally unsafe and very terrible," Aiden started his lengthy narration.

They, too, became beacons of hope, defenders of justice, and champions of unity. In a distant realm called Zephyria, a young warrior named Kael discovered an ancient book recounting the hero's tale. Intrigued by the hero's unwavering courage, Kael set out on a journey to find the remnants of a long-lost artifact that could tip the balance of power in favor of darkness. Armed with the hero's story as his guide, Kael faced relentless challenges, but he knew that his actions would ripple through the cosmos, just like the hero's before him.

He was the one fit to deal with Harriot and his family. After meeting her abuser that day, she knew that it would be extremely hard for her to take on a mission of revenge against Harriot. It would be extremely difficult for her to do anything that could harm him especially after seeing him in that condition, "Nice to meet you too, Mr. Harriot," she replied with a controlled, sober voice. Tears were already welling up in her eyes. "Would you like to stay for dinner...?" Dana asked, noticing something strange in Maria's disposition.

“No way, Luther will ever allow his son to be a source of entertainment.” “Source of entertainment?” I frowned. “Do you mean footballers are entertainers?” He shrugged. “Yep.” I rolled my eyes. “They are not entertainers but real heroes. Women are crazy about them. Did you ever hear about Cristiano Ronaldo? Oh my God! He is so hot and sizzling.” Cassius grinned. “I beg you, never let these words out in front of my crazy brother. He has already lost his half-brain cells after you and will lose half after hearing this.”

the hero said as he turned his back to the corpse of the enemy, his cape blocking the view of the rolled head from Valencia’s point of view. However, when Harlequin began to step forward, the cape no longer restricted Valencia’s view. The head, although only dead severed for seconds has gone pale as if no blood has been left to drain. It was the work of the hero’s sword, a mahò that makes death sure. It was the power of the king, a ‘checkmate’ Valencia has never once doubted the might of this savior from the moment he has defeated Valencia. The vow he has made to the hero was the true voice of his heart but seeing Harlequin right now made worry drape over the trust.

I wheezed, inhaling a shaky breath and a lung full of his musky scent, "she died. Clearly, I can't be her anymore." "Oh yes. you can," Jericho said adamantly, "it was never physical strength that made you strong. It was everything else. It was who you were as a person. Who you aspired to be. You're strong. It's built into your personality. This shouldn't be getting you down." "That's easy for you to say," I rasped, gathering myself.

“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.”