I Became The Hero's Rival Novel Novels & Stories

I snapped the book shut. “How did you find out?” “I heard you talking to Daddy. I thought you were lying at first, but what’s the point of claiming you did it but not wanting people to know? It didn’t makes sense, at first. But then I remembered this book I read, where the hero pretends to be weak and pathetic, but secretly he has a special ability. He can change into a giant wolf.” She looked at me expectantly, like I was about to transform before her eyes.

) Before she could finish, several white mist silhouettes take on human form, the form of their closest companions of yore. "They are the descendants of those twelve heroes, my old friends." The woman suffers a great shock from such a situation, later on, a deep melancholy envelops her heart due to the cruel fate they have had to go through; since they were her friends who went through the same or greater hardships than her. The twelve heroes once called "HEROIBUS FIDEI DUODECIM" * "Disgusting humanity" She cursed The souls taking shape, they saw the situation, they also felt the same shock as the woman, but they quickly understood the current scenario.

“Wait, so you had to steal, and frighten them? Really Wilson? Maxwell was mad. She knew it. He only called her by her surname when he was mad “I’m sorry, but there was nothing I could do, I’m broke dude! The Master seized my ATM remember?! Oh! How could he forget the day they were walking on the road late at night then an unknown man, out of nowhere, challenged them to a fight? Maxwell wanted to retreat but the crazy girl with him accepted, dragging the two of them to fight against the man but then, he took the both of them down and then stole her ATM Card, promising to release it back until she alone could beat him in a fight? But they both knew that was impossible, so she left it in his ca

look. “Princess, you know I can read you like an open book without using my vampiric powers, right ?” he deadpanned before scrunching his face. “And it is weird to call you princess when you look like a dude,” he shook his head. “Now stop whatever you are thinking coz you know that if he dies, you shall die too. We need our mates and you need your hero,” he added. “Your daughter does not need a hero, she was raised one,” I gritted out.

And trust me when I say—Book 2 is going to be about survival in ways that will make Book 1 look like a warm-up. Because here's what I need you to understand: We're only getting started. Book 1 was about Ivy finding her place in a world that didn't want her. Book 2? Book 2 is about Ivy TAKING her place and burning down anyone who tries to stop her. It's about Ares proving that he's not just some control freak with a hero complex—he's a man who will literally take a bullet for a child that isn't even his because he loves that child's mother beyond reason. It's about Lucas learning that sometimes the world is scary and unfair but his mama is ALWAYS going to fight for him.

I returned quickly. "The fight that I am the greatest Alphas of all time?" "Spare me that crap." I returned to him. But no matter how hard I tried to act strong, I could still feel that cold Grip of fear in the inside of me. I could feel my heart beating. But why was I so afraid? I was going to defeat him just like I defeated my other enemies. "And what crazy rule is that?" "You can't shift." He returned. I gave the word a second thought. But I wasn't going to back out from a fight for anything. Before I could say another word, he launched at me and I also lost my balance but I was able to hold him off.

The man who had overshadowed Mateo every year, who had climbed the business ladder with arrogance and confidence, and whose very name sent her grandfather into fits of rage. “How dare he?” she muttered, anger seeping into her voice. Yet beneath that anger, something else lingered,something she wasn’t ready to admit. She hated him. She should hate him, at least. Everything he stood for was against her family. He wasn’t just a rival; he was the personification of every hurdle she and Mateo had struggled to overcome. And yet...

He took out a wooden sword and turned around, dispelling the flowers. "I'm not here to play! I considered you my rival, I admired you, and you promised that one day we would become the best rivals in the world... But I heard that you left your party to stay in the village." Hope is a young emissary from the Hero branch, like Leon, but also my friend and rival. We often trained together and had even done a few missions together. I knew him as a proud person, and a friend, sometimes annoying but not hateful, I had also tried a few times to recruit him to replace me in our team but he always refused, considering that rivals should always be in teams different. But honestly, I had only recognize

Sebastian's POV I sat in the back of my Aston Martin, scrolling through my tablet for the daily hand exercise game I did when I was stressed out. It was the most peaceful thing right now. The numbers and patterns kept my mind occupied. Kept me from thinking about things I didn't want to think about. I didn't involve myself in matters involving rivals. Dominic had been my rival since college. After what caused the accident of the Rossis, it separated the business deals between our families. Generational rivals. That's all we were supposed to be.

That look in his eyes—half rage and something softer, it sent a rush of heat through my chest. Rivalry and competition, he probably told himself. But my stubborn mind could only whisper attraction. I took a step closer, close enough to smell sweat and cologne on his skin. “Relax,” I said softly, leaning in just enough that only he would hear. “It’s just a race.” His throat bobbed. “You’re impossible,” he muttered. “And you’re obsessed,” I said before I could stop myself, then grinned to soften it. “I meant.... with beating me, of course.”