Mohinder Heroes Novels & Stories

I said. " Tell me! " He yelled. " Well, his name is Mohak. He is Mohit's son. What, yaar? I was trying to be romantic and surprise you, but it seems you are shocked. You spoilt the whole mood. " I said. " Mahima!! You are my, Mahima?? Thank God!! " He said and smiled. " What?? Like seriously?? When I was trying to get romantic you seriously thought that I was my look alike? " I asked.

"But over the years, I've had people investigate Chase. Clues suggest he's intelligent and a natural martial arts talent." Before Hoss could finish speaking, there was another loud bang. A loud crash echoed as Hero kicked over the tea table, flipping it violently. He was furious, and his eyes were blazing red. "Useless! You can't even kill a kid! What use are you to me?" Hero was beside himself with rage, wishing he could slaughter all the incompetent people before him. Those around him were terrified, immediately kneeling while saying, "Mr. Hero, spare us! We're incompetent; please punish us!"

The name of each heroes present appeared one after another above their heads but not visible to any heroes present as they were being prepared to transport back to their original home. Name: Hunter Hale Age: 23 years old Identity: Hero HC5 Ability: Eagle Eye Additional Identity: Commissioner Hunter Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Common Heroes’ [A thin man but can easily see what was hidden inside the dust that most ordinary even heroes can’t do and can easily see people 1000km/l away from him with his eagle eyes] Name: Lotus Lekai Age: 26 years old Identity: Hero HC7 Additional Identity: Homeroom Teacher

“Mr. Hooper,” Max called and stood up. “A not so good day to meet you.” Stretching his arm for a handshake, Max already felt his blood boil upon seeing the face of the only Nightcrawler that they caught after a long time of chasing. Calix Hooper received his hand and shook it tightly, holding Max in his mischievous gaze.

Shasha asked as she knew he couldn't break his decision. Master Hero dialled his phone and few minutes a knock at the door. He opened and Henzo with the bodyguard came in. "Mommy! Mommy!" Henzo shouted as he came running toward his mother. "Henzo, my baby," Shasha's sad voice. "I ride a horsey!" little Henzo blurted out giggling and happy. "You did?" Shasha smilingly said even though she was in pain inside her heart. Master Hero immensely staring at the mother and son. He felt delighted but a part of him was jealous of the father of Hero whoever he was.

But, this wasn't the subject right now. “Do you know what is the difference between a naive fool and a hero of justice?" She clenched her fist, a fierce expression on her face. "It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.”

Anika - Female protagonist Advay - Anika's brother Anandhi - Anika's mom Saravanan - Anika's dad Nithya - Anika's friend Now for the HERO introduction! Yay! Peep! Peep! Our hero's name is Arjun! Yes, powerful as that. He is born to win. Just like Arjunan in Mahabharatham, he is very keen on his target and never misses his victory. He is 29years old 6feet tall and a guy who never misses to hit the gym. He has a face that will charm any girl. He is the most terrified in his business. No one has ever seen him smile except for his family members and his friends. He doesn't have many friends because he is not an outgoing person. He is a man who likes to keep things to himself. He has trust issues

“Easy Hero, don’t dare take another step forward or I’ll rip her skull from her body,” Tazz was filled with rage as he stopped, ‘dare you do anything to her and I will kill you anyway , don’t think you can survive harming her.” “Whatever,” don’t threaten me while you stand on a land mine, I wouldn’t care two hoots before shooting a bullet in her head,” he unlocked the barrel , Mahira tried to stay calm “Navin don’t be a fool, let us go and we won’t harm you,” she tried to buy time negotiating with him

"Word is he's hold up with you lot." Vector arched a brow at this news. "You mean the pissy prospect?" he asked his voice raspy from all his smoking and arguments among his ilk. "Possibly, it's a fish by the name of Darren Hiller," replied Brick unphased by Vec's sorted appearance. Vector smirked and let out a long whistle. Two of his boys brought a trembling and naked man who had been covered from head to toe in blood and bruises as a result of his venturing into Coyote territory.

He seemed so secretive, but damn, he was so handsome. Keeping the phone aside, I got off the couch and looked outside through the window. The moon was shining gloriously. I looked at the peaceful sky and mumbled with a smile, "Stay happy, Lance Storm. Thank you for being my mafia rescuer." I would always pray for him because he saved me from having a traumatizing moment. Shivers ran down my spine even at the thought of what would have happened if he hadn't appeared on time. I would be lying on the cold ground, in a pool of blood—either physically dead or alive but mentally dead.