I Need A Hero Holding Out For A Hero Novels & Stories

I need at least ten thousand from you. The professors in the office looked back and forth between us, all wearing the same expression, like they were watching some drama unfold. I did not hold back as I pointed at her and cursed, "Chloe, are you insane? What does your health have to do with me? Give the necklace back to me right now." She frowned and tears rolled down her cheeks. "You don't want to take responsibility for me? This is what you should be doing in the first place!" I was so angry I could not speak.

My hand flew to my stomach immediately. No—my baby— I braced for the impact. For the pain. For the crash. But it never came. Because he caught me. Strong arms wrapped around me before I could hit the ground. Firm. Secure. Unyielding. Like he would rather break than let me fall. My breath hitched. Everything stilled. His hand was at my waist, steadying me. The other, gripping my arm just enough to hold me upright. Careful. Controlled.

“Diego.” Anthony called out, just when we were close to the room Roberto was. I turned towards him, and he dipped his hand into his pocket, bringing out a tiny box. He handed it to me. Inside the box revealed a ring, silver-coloured with black edges. “I have one on my hand,” He raised his left middle finger, showing me a ring which was the same as the one in the box. “Just something to remind us of our relationship, even if we are apart.”

That person truly deserved their surprise and admiration as it was going for a year now when the Blessed Organizations is built halfway-through. They were pleasantly surprise but more felt shock but felt more relieved, at least, one of the so called saviours of mankind helped them, a pitiful Hero who only gets their ability by the rain. The guy with a scar on his tanned but big face which look exactly like the leader of the heroes who came to rescue, opened and swipe something in his watch resulting for a virtual screen to appear in front of his eyes and also for the Heroes members sight. Name: Marcus Nelle Age: 30 years old

And that was because she was the Undead Lord’s daughter! The technique was called Alpha Hold. It was capable of holding a person stagnant, making it impossible for them to move. And this hold lasted for two seconds. It seemed meagre, but in a fight even a second was precious time. And a second could be enough to cause a person to transition from alive to dead. It took five seconds to draw up, and it was even harder to lure a person into it – if the person was prepared for it. But Aiden wasn’t. He had learned about this move. And he should have been watching out for it. But he was so focused on Elder Sand’s actions that he had ignored something vital.

No holding back. This was a fight.