I Became The Hero's Rival Novel Novels & Stories

The anger coiled tightly inside them, suffocating and volatile, and though it never surfaced, it left them on edge— restless and barely restrained. They wanted to know who did this to their precious mate—who would dare touch her like that. Everyone on campus may have only known her as their sister, not their mate, but the protection that knowledge gave should have been the same. She’s important to them. Ivy is their fated mate, the one that the Moon Goddess had deemed worthy to be someone they would spend their lifetime with. And someone dared to hurt her in such a despicable way.

And now he had become someone who did not matter. A bitter smile appeared on Kieran's face. He wanted to say something more. But when he opened his mouth, he found he could not get a single word out. "Enough! The marking ceremony isn't over yet!” "Alpha, even though the person the Moon Goddess chose wasn't Wendy, she's still carrying your pup.” "Skip the blood pact!" Roland frowned and interrupted Kieran's thoughts with a low voice. His tone was inevitably somewhat urgent. In his panic, he even knocked over the bowl of blood on the table, shattering it.

Hera is truly the only girl who can make me shut up like this. “We’re not in some teen-fic, romance, werewolf novel for you to be acting this way! Why aren’t you letting me hang out with Jake?” I placed my hand on my chest. Okay. Oww. That hurt a little. Why is she comparing me with a werewolf protagonist from a novel? I'm so much more than that! “Is it so much of a sin to want to protect my mate?” She crossed her arms in front of her chest. “And what exactly are you protecting me from, hmm?”

My jaw tightened. I had seen his face before, countless times over the years. On screens. In newspapers. On banners and sponsorship deals. Every time his name came up beside mine, it was always the same narrative, rivalry. Competition. Two rising heirs destined to clash. But that was never what he was to me. Riko wasn’t just a rival that stole some of my brand deals. He wasn’t just competition that I needed to face on the field. He was my enemy. And one day, I was going to kill him myself.

I felt warm and very hungry as well. Finally after much effort, I opened my eyes. I was not prepared for the bright light that hit my eyes. I tried to use my right hand to cover my eyes but I felt too weak to do so. A groan escaped my mouth as I struggled to flutter my eyes open until I was used to the light. The most unusual thing happened. A really handsome man reached out his hand to my right shoulder.

"Sure, the donations matter but these kids see us as their heroes. They get really excited to see us." The other guy said something in return, but i had already tuned out of the conversation again. True to my word, I hadn’t gone back to the hotel last night. Instead, I’d found some cheap accommodation nearby. But I hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. The mattress had felt unusually lumpy and the pillows were too damn hard. I hated to think that I was already getting spoilt and soft. But then again, I had a feeling I wouldn't have gotten any sleep even in the Ritz. My mind had supplied me possibility upon possibility of what would have happened if I had ignored the text from the unknown number.

It was still pitch-black, but she was sure that she was about to fall. “Pity… You are too dumb for this world.” As soon as the voice left, everything became clearer. As she was falling, instinctively, she extended her hand and grabbed anything she could, to stop her fall. Luckily, she was able to hold onto something. Her eyes widened as she looked down. Ah… I could really die if I fell, huh? She gritted her teeth as she desperately held the branch she was grabbing. “Child!” *** TBC Lluvia Ramirez 2021

Iris's POV I wrote. The words came faster than they had in weeks, pouring out of me like water through a broken dam. My fingers flew across the keyboard, barely keeping pace with the scenes unfolding behind my eyes. A new hero emerged from the haze, darker than Daniel, sharper around the edges. He had dangerous hands and a voice that curled through the heroine like smoke. He didn't ask permission. He took what he wanted and made her beg for more. By noon, I had twelve new pages. By two o'clock, twenty.

Hero's p.o.v "No slacking and no holding back," I whispered under my breath. I was more than ready to fight and take down the demon king. Not only was I furious and disgusted with his kind, I also wasn't going to let any of them live. The hero that took down the late demon king was reckless and stupid. How could he let his child survive?. Did he not know that he would grow up!?. For years, I had trained my mind, body, and heart to be the best I could be. I was immune to all mind tricks and illusions. Unlike the first hero, I was very ambitious, and I saw what I could become with the blessed maiden beside me.

Iram's POV "My King! Are you sure that Alpha Trace wouldn't come back to get his luna?" Beta Iñigo asked me. He looked so worried. I instantly shook my head. I knew exactly why he was being like this. Years ago, Beta Iñigo and Alpha Trace were great rivals. They had been racing for the Beta position in the royal council. Iñigo won. But right after that competition, Trace clawed him deeply on his chest. It was too deep that there had been a scar left on it. It made Iñigo ashamed of going naked on several occasions. He hated shifting with others around. For their family, it was a great shame to have scars left on their skin.