Kill The Hero Chapter 1 の小説・ストーリー

In fact, hell, was even a kind word to use in describing her experience so far. As Alpha Hero had given the order to kill her when she was discovered, she passed out. Already weak and couldn't take it anymore, her strength failed her. People who surrounded her thought that she was dead. Left behind to die while she was unconscious, they discovered that she was now awake. Alpha Hero got to learn that she could neither remember what had just transpired nor speak. Instead of wasting her, Dante brought a 'smart suggestion' that she should be taken back home with them and turned into one of their slaves, as they needed more.

Since then, he had been watching me, quiet, his confusion barely hidden. “Is everything… alright?” he finally asked. “Of course,” I said, taking another sip of orange juice, forcing a small smile. “If you’re in a rush, you can go ahead. I can just grab a taxi.” Nate’s eyebrows furrowed deeper. He mumbled, “I can wait for you…” The conversation died, and the comments appeared again. But this time, the context had shifted. They weren’t talking about me and Nate anymore. They were talking about someone else—the beautiful, perfect heroine, Nate’s so-called true love.

I gripped my fist tightly and looked down, trying so hard to hold in the tears that were threatening to pour out. My father was dead along with my brothers. We lost the war. I lost everything. “Good,” the dark-haired man muttered, and my head jerked up. Rage rushed through me and a gasp escaped my lips. He turned and looked at me, his eyes filled with a sinister delight. “Your Alpha is dead, how do you feel about that?” He muttered. The rage in me turned into fear and my jaw dropped. “What?” I gasped. “Burnt dress, blood, cuts, and burns…and you want me to believe you ran from rogues?” The silver-haired Alpha muttered as he trod closer.

I said, giggling so hard I almost dropped my basket, “You’re dramatic Vera, utterly ridiculous.” She swept her tangled hair like it was spun gold. “I deserve the drama, pup. Because I am the drama.” I rolled my eyes, still smiling. “Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that.” Her laughter faded, though her eyes still glimmered with mischief and in that moment, I remembered the very first time I’d seen her. The memory hit me like an arrow. ______ Snow. Blood and Pain. I had been lying in it, my breath shallow and my body broken. Caelum’s blade still burned through my chest. I had closed my eyes, certain my last breath had left me. The world was dark. My parents gone. My mate…my mate…had killed m

Victoria fell to the ground and Benard stepped forward, pressing her head harder against the floor with his shoe. “You think I would let you slap me? Ha! You fool. You bitch.” he felt her struggle beneath him and at the same time he felt a strange thrill at the thought of killing her. Victoria closed her eyes. The desire for revenge burned in her chest, but the poison in her body and the deep cut on her stomach left her with no strength to act on it. Darkness slowly surrounded her and little by little her body began to go numb. “One day... I will find a way to take revenge on all of you. Even if I have to return as a ghost and haunt you in the darkness.” she whispered, only to hear his vicio

And then, Randell pinned the blame entirely on me. I inhaled deeply as I continued reading the comments on the screen. If I hadn't seen any of these comments and really went after Randell, then the only thing waiting for me would be a lifetime of Randell's meticulously planned revenge. Thank goodness that wasn't the case now. Just as I was about to return to my room, I noticed a red alert on my phone. The alert warned of upcoming torrential rain that might potentially cause natural disasters and advised everybody to stay at home and not venture out anywhere.

I had finally convinced him I was ready. It had taken weeks of arguments, demonstrations, and a fair amount of shameless pleading. But he’d relented in the end, saying it was the perfect opportunity to prove I could handle myself. And he was right. I was ready. My objective was clear: kill Riley Porter. The hockey prodigy. The rising star. The next Alpha of the Hades Realm pack. The heir to a stolen throne, my father’s throne. A pack ripped from our family years ago. My father had never forgotten that betrayal, and neither had I.

"Whatever she does, it won't help. She's destined to die in Chapter 1. Otherwise, the story can't continue!" "Still, I can't help but admire the heroine. She's pretty and witty. No wonder the hero is in love with her. Too bad her life's too short." "Yeah… Even if she escapes from her apartment, it's useless. The killer has sealed all the exits downstairs." What did all that mean? I was destined to die in Chapter 1? Was there absolutely nothing I could do to get out of this? And who the hell was the hero? Why was everyone talking about him without mentioning his name?

Or that he did. ☠️ End of Chapter 37