Lone Hero Novels & Stories

It was clear that she would not be able to hold on for much longer. The head bandit could not help but smirk. "Haha! You're pretty skilled, young lady. I'll give you that. It's a pity that you're fighting on your own, though. A lone tiger can't triumph against a pack of wolves. Listen to us and give up the fight." As he spoke, the bandit swaggered toward Lilo proudly. "Remember my name—Juno Woods! I'm the one who wounded you with that blow earlier. Of course, you'll thank me after you're married to our boss, Ozo. Haha!"

We'd need to be stealthy, quick, and precise. As we finalized our plan, Elodie's presence seemed to grow, her determination infectious. She was ready for this, and I knew I had to be too. But the fear lingered, a constant reminder of what could go wrong. Of everything that could possibly go wrong. “What do we need to know about the lone wolf?” Elodie asked Laila with an air of authority that I hadn’t noticed about her before. She looked so focused as Laila went on about how the lone wolf had traveled vast and lived among different kinds, how he had gathered knowledge and power over the years that made him immortal, and how he could only die when his heart was captured by “the chosen one”.

"I know. You've told me before that you're not ready for a new relationship. So… when you are, can I be the first?" His eyes shone like the stars, and as she stared into them, the words of rejection she had planned to say vanished. She smiled softly. "Since you asked so sincerely, I'll reluctantly agree." He grinned, ignoring her "reluctance", and pulled her into a tight embrace, his heart swelling with a quiet joy. Zander had been waiting for her through many lonely seasons. But he believed that the next cycle would be different—this time, he wouldn't be lonely again.

On the screen, my face was completely covered by a wide-brimmed hat and a mask. The oversized black trench coat concealed my body shape entirely. Patrick only recognized me because he had known me for years. Just one glance at my silhouette, and he was certain. Mom barely spared the screen a glance before scoffing dismissively. "Enough, Patrick. If you're trying to use this to make me care about Aubree, then you're an embarrassment to that uniform you're wearing. If that jinx Aubree really is dead, make sure to let me know right away. I'll cook up a feast to celebrate."

"I am NO wolf, Hesiod. I am Lycaon. I have a wolf form, yes, but I am not limited to a wolf by spirit." Lycaon's voice had dropped a few octaves as he growled at the glaring Hesiod. He didn't like the disrespect emitting from the Alpha. "That's enough you two" The two said figures turned towards the oncoming figure of Lady Cleopatra and her four companions. Her white robes swished against the stoned floor, gushing along with the strong winds that blew from the mountains behind the pack land, veiling her average figure-like armor. The five of them walked in, falling into step together all at once as if they were trained to imitate their leader's very walk. The mask she wore obstructed the cro

I said while standing up, dusting my body. "Thank you," she smiled. "A thick werewolf huh, I guess you are from the El Salvador pack right?" "No, I'm Ladurgal, the El Salvador has longer hair" "Okay, okay, my bad. It's nice to meet you..." I reached my hands to shake her, in a way of asking for her name. "Aveo, you can call me Aveo." "Okay Aveo, I am..." She cut me off before I could say anything,

He informed Alex. "Gods never abandon their followers or their chosen ones; they always stand by the special ones. Hence, the reason why Ogundele, the son of Ladele, the son of Awero (his mother's name), is sitting in the middle of this shrine, at midnight is to get fortified. I plead with all the gods present in this shrine to accept him as the chosen one that he was destined to be. I seek your protection over him as he embarks on the war he is destined to fight. May he conquer all the forces he encounters in the course of the war. May he end up as the triumph." He chanted, as he gave Alex the cut.

It made me wonder if I was born to remain a lone wolf, even though it wasn’t by choice. My father despised me. My mother left me the day I was born. It seemed like my existence brought nothing but pain to the lives of others. I felt like a plague because that was how people treated me. I was a burden to everyone around me. I had a voice but never expressed myself. My identity as the Alpha’s daughter didn’t come with any perks. As a loner, I searched for acceptance and found none. I yearned for a place to lay my head upon when I was wounded and found rocks. I didn’t fit in with anyone. I had no idea how to love or how to be loved. I grew up swimming in the pool of hatred and pain. In the quie

They also told me something that has kept me building myself these last months. They said, if you are a religious person or you follow such practices, there is only one verse in the Bible that talks of finding a partner. Which is find a partner who will go to war with you. No people may translate that different; religious people will say someone who will stand in prayer with you and be by your side at all times. People may say someone who will be with you through thick and thin. Out of all the translations I found,the common thing was find someone who can stand the changes of life with you, someone who with defend your honor as you will theirs.

I wasn't the only one fueled by hatred and anger at the moment. I doubted that the rogue was alone. As villainous as the rogues were, they were cowards who wouldn't fight a battle that they weren't sure they could win. They wouldn't fight alone and if they had to do, they wouldn't a group. They also made use of surprise to win their opponents. Fine, we were surprised but that didn't mean our surprise would stay for long to enable us to be defeated. We were much and I doubted that he was alone and crazy enough to fight us and hope he would win.