I Am A Hero 192 Novels & Stories

Nicholas said still staring at me. I wrinkled my face at him. "Really?" "What?" "That's such a cheesy line and I've read it in too many romance novels to know what it means." | said and that seemed to have Nicholas interest because he sat up from the bed. "Oh yeah, what does it mean?” Nicholas asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at his piqued interest. "The hero says something like that to the heroine and she momentarily forgets herself. Before you know it, they are making sex memories."

50 years ago, a 29-year-old man worked under total anonymity to construct a shield in the sky for this country. 50 years later, he fell because of a petty farce. But the country he protected swept away the filth with the swiftest justice possible.

Name: Marcus Nelle Age: 30 years old Identity: Hero HA2 Ability: Psychokinetic Additional Identity: Father of 3 little naughty children Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Almighty Heroes’ [His bulky figure and scar face scare most children that admire him but his bulky figure was also the one that can make his enemy lower on his level intimidated. He was a tough guy outside but a soft guy at children inside especially for his naughty children.] The scarred guy bio instantly pop up beside his figure with bold characters and coloured blue, no Heroes could see it, even if a Sotiras will be here, they can’t also see it as the privacy is strictly encrypted.

He gave a shoulder for him to stand. " Are you fine now? Will you be able to walk a little if I gave my shoulder to you." Macbeths asked again. Now the young man replied shyly. " Yesss.... I am finnnne.. And thankkkk you.... Sir..." Macbeth then put his hand on his shoulder and " Whats your name young man?" Macbeth asked. " I am Kevin." That man said shyly. Macbeth smiled and introduced himself." I am Macbeth. Captain of unit two. "

I had made my decision, and I would see it through, no matter the cost. Alpha Jo was still my husband by law and I needed to rescue him to prove a point. I am Lord and Alpha. I remembered the years when I was young, fearless, and careless and all I could think of was his love. He betrayed that love and today I am rescuing him not because I loved him but because I hated his sister more.

"Yeah, he's my real-life hero." Quade hummed and his playful grin morphed into something a little more sinister, "I'm not much of a fan of heroes. I've always told my girl, it's the villain that will burn down the world for you, damn the consequences." "That's a bit extreme." Quade shrugged, "Sometimes people need to feel an extreme kind of love." Victor glowered at Quade. This time he didn't ask for my hand, he took it and weaved our fingers together before baring his teeth as his friend.

Mom is one of the most famous reporters in the country. She exposes all kinds of wrongdoing, and the public hails her as a champion of justice. What she doesn't know is that while she's out fighting for other people, I'm being viciously bullied at school. When I finally work up the courage to ask her for help, she gives me a disgusted look and tells me to quit being so dramatic. Eventually, my bullies beat me to death and bury my body in a reeking drainage ditch. When my body is finally dug up, Mom is the reporter sent to cover the scene.

Then the crowd went wild again. "This is all fake! Don't believe them! They used AI to make this so they could get away with it! I never did anything like this!" Victor's face was pale, and even his lips were trembling. However, no one believed him anymore. "How can they be that disgusting? They did all this just to frame the professor?" "Professor Connor is so unlucky… He helped his own student out of kindness, but she tried to latch onto him, and then he got stuck with such a vile colleague too..."

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.

Alaric stood at the edge of the field, arms crossed. His gaze swept over every pair of fighters with cold precision. When he wasn't speaking, his entire presence radiated the kind of Alpha dominance that made everyone tense on instinct. This was Alaric. The hero of the entire werewolf world. The legendary Alpha who'd risen to godlike status in the Vampire War. Every pack revered him. Every enemy retreated at the sound of his name. But my second look landed on his arm. Alaric wore a long-sleeved training shirt. When he raised his right hand to adjust a warrior's stance, his sleeve shifted slightly, revealing a small patch of skin on the inside of his forearm.