I Become The Heros Rival Novels & Stories

The media still clung to his legend, repeating it as gospel. Nyxara smirked. “Hero, right,” she muttered, voice low, the word a curse. His legacy was a tapestry of lies, each thread spun to bind the world to his vision. Now, the pattern unraveled—one tug, and it all fell apart. Her rival mate drifted in, silent as shadow, leaning against the wall with the casual arrogance of an animal that knows it cannot be cornered. “He wasn’t supposed to fold,” he said, arms crossed, gaze steady on the flickering screen.

Lena read on with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. The letter went like this: “Seen the report card? I got first place this time, and you’re second. Don’t make that face like you’re not convinced. I know you’re already plotting how to beat me next time. Victory doesn’t come easy, especially when your rival is me. But, if you’re willing, we could work together to grow stronger instead of fighting like it’s life or death every day. Let me know in 24 hours.

I don't think she even wants me. I shook away the sudden pang in my heart as I tried to act normal and smiled up at my beautiful mate, " So, what brings you here, warrior." She frowned," You know me?" Those muscles are hard to ignore, anyone can see and sense how strong she is. I bet she can even give me one hell of a fight. Fucking hell. That makes me even harder for some foolish reason. " Of course, I know the only female warrior...Layla, right?", I replied, trying to hide my excitement and hunger. " We heard so much about you. Would appreciate it if you can train some of our warriors..."

"I recognize your victory today, I recognize that I've terribly underestimated you, but write this somewhere: I'm going to surpass you. From now on, you are my rival, so watch your back!" "You? My rival? Do I look like a babysitter?" "Don't say that, Cid, that's actually pretty interesting." We turned towards the arena, where the voice came from. Iris stood there, smiling as usual. She was accompanied by Thomas and a girl with pink hair. "Having a rival is actually a very good way of becoming stronger, This is not only a challenge for you but also for us, as mentors, isn't it, Thomas? Let's see who's the best."

He grabbed my shoulder briefly and grinned. “Finally,” he said. “Finally,” I said back. Around us I could feel the Falcons registering that I was standing with an Eagle. The instinctive wariness of rival teams on shared ground. I ignored it completely. Then I saw her. Bella. Moving through the crowd about twenty feet away. I nudged Liam without thinking and we both went slightly still at the same time. She was heading in our general direction and I was already preparing something calm and neutral in my head because a scene was the last thing I needed today or any day.

“So what are you gonna do? Play hero? Warn her?” “I—” “Listen, Rival. This place doesn’t reward heroes. It buries them.” I swallowed. He was right. But the weight in my gut didn’t leave. I couldn’t just do nothing. Even if she was my rival. Even if we hated each other’s guts. Something about it felt wrong. I barely slept that night. Kept seeing her face twisted in rage. Kept hearing those bastards laughing. Kept wondering if my silence would be what got her killed.

Seven scratched his head and said, "I really admire Z. If she doesn't mind me, I..." As he spoke, a shy blush spread across his face. He turned his head awkwardly and accidentally met Frank's eyes, which almost frightened him. "Boss, what, why are you looking at me like that?" Seven asked. "Nothing," Frank said calmly as a small flame appeared on his forehead. He had a premonition that something was wrong today. How come everyone wanted to compete with him for the woman he finally found attractive? He was furious! "Ladies and gentlemen, we are currently witnessing the Hero's Challenge solo championship. There are a total of thirty players, including the highly anticipated Z God, last year's

“Or from Isabella Conti, the Conti heiress?” My smile faded slightly. “Either way, Zachary Simon, I will reclaim K-Line Shipping. I won’t let the Wrights steal it away from me.” My voice hardened with determination. “Suit yourself, Isabella.” His tone remained maddeningly calm. “I’ve been in the mood for a little fun lately. Let’s see how you plan to beat me to it.” His challenge immediately gnawed at my patience. “You really love that bastard husband of yours, don’t you?” he suddenly remarked. “You’re willing to reclaim K-Line Shipping just to win him back.”