Legend And The Hero Novels & Stories

I'm afraid your dad might die of a heart attack if you don't give him any calls. 'Yeah Yeah.' The conversation carried on and I fell asleep on the sofa watching Barbie of Swan Lake. it was 2 am and I woke up and headed to the underground fighting arena. God, I love beating the shit out of men. Tonight's prize was 500k for the last man standing. I entered the arena and out my name on the ballot and placed it into a box. Eventually I was called out. Fight after fight. Only meant victory after victory. 'Tonight's doghouse champion is Rosaline Danvers.'

He opened the book and showed me several alpha’s roll he got to his favorite one. “Look at this one, Luke,” He said. “Who is he, Brother Logan?” I asked. “This man is my hero but I wish to fight him one day. This man fought a war against two packs without sustaining a scratch on his body. Legend has it that he has never lost a fight. But one day he will, and to me,” Logan concluded. “This man is the undisputed, unbeaten, unaging…He is…” “…immortal Gertrude!” The name slipped out of my mouth.

In the hero league there were five categories to a hero. The Jornin. They were extremely good at crazy tech stuffs. Anything technology, coding, tracking even building it. Their code color was green. He had known from day one that would be his ranking. Then there were the Turds. They were the skilled ones. They could handle any kind of weapon known to mankind and they never missed their targets. They were also very good at stealth. Their code color wass blue. They also had the Wintex. Those that used special gadgets that have different super functions. They can omit sound waves, electricity, fire, you name it. In a way it's similar to superpowers. Their code color was purple.

This person was inside with Selina! "Me? I am an ally. I am the last of the Silver Wolves. You can call me Leg"

“Mag-uumpisa tayo ng sarili nating samahan. A group that will rival the Death Legion. We will take down Valencia and start a new legacy. We will assemble, heal, and provide. Unveil what's within, reveal what's covered. Our name will leave a new definition to his downfall.” ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

She stared at a wailing Sherah with a disappointed look and replied, "When are you going to stop, Mom? Have you forgotten all about what happened yesterday? If Liam had not shown up just in time yesterday, all of us would've been dead by now. Don't call Liam a b*stard or useless. He's the only reason all of us are even alive at this moment. Please don't say these things in front of us again; no matter what you say, Liam will always be a hero to Jovie and me." "Hero? My a*s! You've been put under such a spell that you're blind to his incompetence! Word has gone around the entire city about his lies, Celena! He's been lying to all of us all this while; he's nothing but an ordinary soldier who

Do you know who I am? Matthias stared at Alden, his eyes filled with cold, murderous intent. Under that gaze, Alden's voice faltered, fear overwhelming him. "The Stoermer family? Three thousand elite soldiers? Hah!" Matthias' voice was hoarse, his face twisted in rage. "So you know about the chaotic warzone? Have you heard of the Legion of the Unbreakable? "I am Matthias Lowell, the leader of the Legion of the Unbreakable! People call me Lord Matthias!"

She didn’t know what manner of magic the cage was made of, but since Aiden or Dobah made no attempt to go close to it, she surmised that it would be very dangerous, that it was obviously made with dark magic. “Let me have her, and I will let you all go.” Legardo said, after shoveling down the shiver of fear that had run past his spine when Lucille had smiled at him. He had thought his daughter was a psycho, but it seems he had found a match for Diana. What happens then when he finally had the redhead in his arsenal? Legardo’s mind hit a point of highness thinking of this possibility. He was sure that Diana would be pleased to have the addition in her life, howbeit jealous. But jealousy was a

“You’ve got the wrong person.” “No, sir.” The reply was immediate. Ethan exhaled sharply, pacing a few steps. “This is ridiculous.” “Sir,” Victor continued, “you are the only surviving heir of the Cross lineage.” Ethan froze. The words didn’t immediately register. He turned his head slightly, as if trying to process what he had just heard. “…Heir?” A short, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “Yeah, right.” But there was no humor in it. Only exhaustion.

Using forged documents to bully the child of a fallen hero in public? [Wouldn't be surprised if Tyler Brooks bought his scores.] [Investigate this! Go all the way!] Dad listened from his hospital bed and was quiet for a long moment. "Emily… I'm sorry your mom and I couldn't do anything to help you…" I took the porridge bowl and set it aside. "Dad, you and Mom have already done more than enough for me. This was the only way I could get the whole country to pay attention—to force the people behind this out of the shadows.