Made Up Hero Novels & Stories

He was……” A rolled my eyes as I pictured the rest of the story in my mind: The ‘hero’ would eventually go into hiding leaving behind a mysterious veil on his identity and blah,blah,blah. Personally don't dont believe these stories as most of them were actually created by people for entertainment. It usually started out as a discussion at a drinking joint by some drunk before turning into a legend overtime. Krk,krk,krk Done with listening to Old Alfred I was about to stand up when I heard footsteps approaching from my back. Without even looking back I knew who it was,there was only one person that walked like that.

Nathaniel asked why Merlin the map led us to Kingspin even though I was right there the entire time, and he said two things. One: the map takes you to the place you want to go. Donatello, Joan, and George wanted to go to general Iris, not to the hero we were looking for. Two: “Heroes aren’t only born, they can be made.” meaning something happened that made me realize that I’m the hero. I wasn’t sure what it was until General Iris collapsed in front of us with an arrow in her lower back.

One moment he was with the officers and Claire was hurrying inside and the next second, he found himself all alone in the dark when a man suddenly popped from nowhere and now threatening to kill him. He had a gun quietly stuck from his side, but he knows that if he pull it out, he should also have the courage to pull the trigger. “I will be considered a hero in our gang if I kill you, and we will then have less of a pain in our ass.” The man dug the muzzle on Max’s forehead, it felt hot on his skin as if it was just recently been fired. He stared at the man, memorizing his features for his reference when he hunts him down in hell. Max closed his eyes, slowly embracing his damned fate.

"I don't know him! I have no idea who he is!" "You don't know him?" He sneered. He then tossed his phone in front of me. There was a text message on the screen. [I'm determined to get the hairpin. I'm also very interested in your woman.] The sender was Steve. My mind went blank. This was a setup within a setup. 'Mommy, don't panic! This is a false accusation!' Lily shouted anxiously. 'He won't believe you.' Caleb's voice was cold. 'He only believes the evidence in front of him.'

How could a common fifth-circle warrior or magician stand up to her? She was a hero, and when it came to them, there was no such thing as common sense. No one else would dare claim to be number one, not even those enormous aristocratic families that had been there for generations if the heroes claimed to be number two when it came to fighting demons. Each hero possessed the light element, which was created specifically to combat demons. Dior felt confident in this regard. She quickly whipped her head in one direction just as she was about to speak. When Alfred noticed this, he grimaced but said nothing.

He blurts out his full name, trying to cover up his embarrassment… “Bien Akihiro Agpalza, Ma’am… You can call me Hero for short… And I’m sorry for the very inappropriate greeting a minute ago.” “Well, thank you for the apology, Hero but no, I can’t teach the class while sitting next to you so I’ll have to turn your invitation down. Sorry, no hard feelings.” Hero hears the class' laughter but is too engrossed with the female teacher to care. Wait, that’s supposed to be my line! Damn, what a woman! He would be sheepishly apologizing to her again after class and he will never forget her answer…

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

I loved the thrills that these kinds of things had on me. A car engine was coming in. It was time to leave. I got in the car and ran it into a lake and made my way home laughing at the image of him being shell shocked at my vandalism. I would pay to see that. I got to the porch and hopped on my motorbike to do a quick hit on Alessandro Mikane. A clever man but has no morals in any sort. This job pays me 300k. I would be a fool not to do it. I stood at the roof of the building and pulled the trigger on the gun. I saw a body drop down and screams everywhere.

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

In recent decades, Hero had used his power and wealth to collect all kinds of rare materials, spending vast sums to research new weapons. Recently, Hero had devoted a great deal of energy to creating numerous weapons of terrifying power. He commanded an elite force that he had personally trained. This unit's combat strength was astonishing, capable of standing against an army of millions.