Losing Heroines Novels & Stories

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

Heroes got a new AI the older generation AI created with their own self-consciousness with a little bit of experience serving as their panel daily task voice prompt and Sotiras got the more intelligent and powerful one as it only needed to consume a little bit of energy for the Sotiras to know their task or do the things or make the Sotiras wanted to do. Well, even though both 'Heroes' and 'Sotiras' was still dominated by an AI, controlling them and putting a bomb on their head that serve as the binding method for the loyalty of the system and the Host, not discriminately leaving the other person or an AI behind in times of danger. Well, the only thing that can break their binding if ever th

Sean Freeman had been secretly listening to me. I curled up under the blanket, buried my face into the pillow, and let soft, broken sobs escape. This time, I didn't need to pretend. The fear and panic were real. I was Sean's disposable kept woman. I had always known that. 'Mommy, stop thinking. He's coming back,' Caleb warned. 'Act! Mommy! Show him that you're a delicate woman who can break at any moment!' Lily cheered me on. I immediately pulled myself together. I forced the tears to gather in my eyes and let them linger without falling.

No one dared to act rashly. It had been a long time since the Novem Skies had produced a new god of war. That was why things had ended up like this. Just as the situation fell into a stalemate, my wife and sister-in-law arrived. My wife was Nerissa Loden, and she was the goddess of water. My sister-in-law, Aurelia Ignis, was the goddess of fire. The moment I saw them, I subconsciously tightened my clenched fists, while Noctis' gaze turned icy.

“Let her? I didn’t let her do anything, Leo. There was no way I could have won. Not in a million years! Her skill level is crazy, you watched her!” “I watched you lose. To a blind, wolfless…” I cut him off. “The Huntress, Leo. I lost to The Huntress. The Luna Queen. I lost to the previous Alpha King’s mate.” His eyes widened and he shook his head. “There is no way that tiny thing is The Huntress. The Huntress is a myth, a legend.”

Her consciousness exploding into thousands of fragments that scattered across dimensions. "No!" I screamed, reaching for the pieces. "Come back! You do not get to sacrifice yourself! Not after everything!" But she was gone. Scattered so thoroughly that even cosmic power could not reassemble her. We knelt in the council chamber, holding fragments that had been our ally. Our alternate self. Our salvation. "She is gone," Darius said numbly. "She saved us and is gone," Rhett corrected. "That is what heroes do," Marcus whispered. "They save everyone else and sacrifice themselves doing it."

The worst thing; no one from heaven descended to aid them this time. After a decade of hopelessness and complete surrender, Heroes rose from various origins—holding on to their own intentions. They, who dared to scream in the middle of the conjurers' blissful singing, dared to steal the scripture from the wicked creatures who were granted the power to overwrite their destinies — concluded themselves victorious thereon.

“Why?” A wry line carves itself on her face. “Children tend to vanish when they venture too far from home. I would hate for any of you to end up like the lost heirs,” she says, and I think she meant it as a joke because her dreary eyes shine with dark humour, but I also think it was a sincere warning. “The lost… heirs?” I repeat questioningly, hopefully a worthy prompt for an elucidation. A ghoulish glint sparks in Hilda’s dull eyes. “The lost heirs; twins that braved into the woods. Rumours speculate that it was to visit their favourite spot by the lake which they visited religiously, but one day… they never returned.”

What era are you in, anyway? ”Well, alright… I guess I am still a bit biased...” ”And yet, you almost got hired as one of them.” Lyra pauses a while before replying, ”Touche. So sorry for my being insensitive about the topic by the way.” ”Listen Lye, society can be very moralistic and haughty when faced with the supposedly unrighteous and wicked. But a lot of these men and women were just handed a really bad deal in life.” Hero lowers his voice, and goes closer to the woman he believes can be the only one he can love for the rest of his life, just so only she can hear what he’s saying while they were seated in the crowded college cafeteria.

Not just any run of the mill supernatural, but a freaking Goddess at that if the girl claiming to be a Goddess herself was telling the truth. As I remembered the feeling of being powerful and the excitement of flinging the demons away, I began hyperventilating. For a moment there, I had felt invincible, just like a Goddess. I couldn’t even recognise myself at that moment. I was not sure that I liked the feeling. It was as if I lost control of myself for a while. Did that mean I was really the Goddess Nemesis? What would that mean for me, Rhea? Would Nemesis take over and Rhea be lost forever? I loved being Rhea, and I didn’t want to lose myself even if it offered me all the power in the worl