Lone Hero Novels & Stories

He had neither. Like a ghost, he walked through the rows of tents with ease. No one stopped him, they had no reason to. He was trusted and his recent accomplishments had made a good impression on the warriors in the camp and improved his standing in their hearts. He was the revered warrior to them, the slayer of the Vrykolakas, the wolf who never failed. He had single-handedly slain dozens of them and made a name for himself. But they didn’t know, that he wasn’t what he seemed like. That he had sold them off to die like chickens, to be sacrificed, and that there would be no victory, but something worse.

In the depths of hell, I learned who I was. It takes a strong soul to endure so much pain and heartache and still make it out alive.... to not get stuck in the deep burning pit of misery. It takes a resilient creature to claw its way, back up out of the darkness and back into a reality, where your nightmares, can finally turn into dreams. My human name is Sebastian Quinn. I have been a lone wolf since the alpha of the Moon Shadow pack disbanded and disowned me from the pack a hundred years ago because of my special and reliable ability that is one-of-a-kind; knowing everyone's truth and lies.

Leo was confused as to why he unexpectedly felt too sleepy and exhausted. All the memory came running fast, emerging from his brain like a tidal wave. The best thing about him was his sentimental warmth, which isn't a drawback, it's a floor. It's the bedrock of who he was, of the person he was born to be. He was born gentle and vulnerable, he wore his heart for all to see, and it took strength to do that, but he was no longer smooth, now he was the hero of him; he was his champion.

My eyes taking each detail of the mark, it was glowing red, but it doesn't hurt like before. “What just happened,”? "You are blessed," "What,"? “You are the chosen one, Scarlet,” Ira spoke proudly and I sat abruptly, too stunned to understand anything. “Chosen one? What do you mean by that, Ira,”? “The Red Moon Night has blessed you, Scarlet. You are a special,” Ira whispered softly, and I chuckled mockingly while gazing at the moon. Blessed? Chosen one? Fate and Destiny indeed know how to play jokes.

Interesting Facts about the Lonely God that nobody asked for 1. Not many people know this but The Lonely God is an individual book in the trilogy Of Me and My Mate. The first book in the series is called My Mate is My Enemy, which is the story about Nefret’s grandparents. It was my first ever werewolf book on Wattpad. The second book in the series is called Chasing My Mate which is the story about Erika’s parents. You need not read the previous two books to read The Lonely God but if you are curious and have some penny to spare then you’ll find the books on Dreame. You’d have to pay to read though.

“It’s me, love.” “You’re late.” “I know,” Roxie murmured, already bending to unfasten her boots. “I had a shadow to shake off.” That got his attention. She heard footsteps pad softly on the floor before Lee appeared, barefoot and relaxed in yesterday’s hoodie, holding a juice box in one hand and his laptop under the other arm. His hair stuck up slightly at the crown like he’d fallen asleep at some point and given up trying to fix it. His eyes, though, sharpened the moment he saw her.

The other Alphas nodded, and then they started introducing their selves to echo other. Apparently, the tall, thin tan one with brown hair and hazel eyes is Alpha Paul Saunders from the Lighting Pack. Then there's a guy who could be of Latino or Hispanic decent as he has a very slight accent with darker skin and hair with light brown eyes he is very muscular but not as tall as Paul his name is Leonard Mullins and he says " im glad we are working this out." The last guy is hard to explain his name is Zavier Leopold. When I heard his name, I realized I knew his family, and he got the best parts of his parents. He's huge at damn near six foot ten he's built like a rock like his dad. He has a car

The lycanthrope signaled for the man to place the sword out of reach with a pointed thrust of his chin in another direction. The trapped Hunter, glowering at the Lycan, before eventually complying with this unspoken request. He pushed sword away from himself. The sound of the solid metal blade clanging over rocks as it slid along the ground of the gorge. Luther glanced towards where the sword that had stopped amongst the stones, prior to going to the man’s aid. Although certain that this was not the only weapon, the Lycan trusted that Adrian was too honorable to launch an attack whilst he removed the boulders from his leg.

Waking up with Lara in my arms was an amazing feeling. She’s curled close to my right side with her right knee resting on my lower abdomen. Not wanting to disturb her, I take myself back to last night. Last night was very unexpected. I didn’t expect to meet her two sons and their friends. I’m not against meeting new people, nor do I get uncomfortable like Lara. Even though I haven’t been with Lara long, I was hoping she and I would progress in the direction of meeting family. I wonder what part Sean has in her life because it looked like there is something more to their friendship. Whatever it may be, I will be in Lara’s life for as long as she allows me to be in it. A thought is te

"Dark Moon Mountain? That's what they call this place? Okay, whatever dude. Yeah, he's an Alpha. I was planning to try and find him when I grewup. He's known for taking in lone wolves like me.” This completely changed everything. Hero looked beyond pissed and asked, “So, how do I actually find that son of a bivtch?”