My Hero Academia Novels & Stories

None of them were Celeste Valentina Morau. I should’ve known better. Celeste was the face of the Accords—liaison to the human government, administrator over Storm Academy in Utah, basically a superhero who’d traded fangs for diplomatic immunity. She didn’t run BludHeaven. She oversaw it from a distance. Which meant someone else had pulled my file, read my pathetic application, and decided I was worth the paperwork. The cowgirl spoke first. Voice like bourbon and smoke. “Well, damn. You’re even smaller than the picture.”

"Why are you telling us this?" "Because Mercer is closing in. On all of us. And we need to work together if we're going to survive." "How do we know you're not working with him?" I asked. "You don't. You have to trust me." "That's not good enough." The figure reached up and pulled back their hood. It was a student. Male. Maybe nineteen or twenty. I recognized him vaguely from advanced classes. "My name is Kieran," he said. "And I'm Omega. Like you."

Better to give them space to breathe, let them think they’ve got control. I told her she didn’t have to be scared with me. She probably doesn’t believe me. Hell, maybe she shouldn’t. I’m not the hero type. Never was, never will be. I’ve done things that’d make her run if she knew. Things that stain a man’s hands no matter how many times he washes them. But looking at her—eyes darting, shoulders drawn in tight like she expected the world to hit her again—I felt something I don’t let myself feel anymore.

Sure that she wasn’t crying anymore, she turned to gaze at me like she was admiring something. “The Alpha, the only one who acquired the flame sword Aura without a teacher to teach him or an elemental wolf link connection.” I went silent, stunned by what had crawled into my ears. Ryu didn’t learn flame sword aura from a master, nor was he an elemental wolf. That had to be one of the craziest things I’ve heard. “The Alpha is the strongest amongst us and is also the only one who could ever chase off the Moon Hound Pack who kept to our tail. Their Alpha is such a jackass.”

A massive ice-blue dragon roared from my staff, surging into the sky. Absolute zero. All four enemies–frozen solid in place. "Now. Kill." My voice was calm. Cold. Matthew's ADC unleashed a storm of arrows from the backline, shredding their front line in seconds. Shadow emerged from the darkness like a phantom. A flash of steel–two strikes, and their unprotected carry was gone. Under Miracle Hands's perfectly timed shields, Cedric's swordsman descended like a war god. Blade flashing–cutting through the frozen, low-health enemies one after another.

His hair was jet-black, like a crow's, and his eyes were blue with a hint of silver. The women worshipped at his feet. But he’s never taken or found his second chance mate after Stephanie was killed during the end of the Great War. Ever since then, he's thrown himself into skirmishes and missions with no regard for his life. That's what made him the best Professor I could find to teach Tactics 101. Gritting my teeth, the only issue we were going to have was that he was going to teach two humans in his class this year, and knowing him, I was probably going to have to intervene to stop him from killing them. Not even bothering to greet me, he came over and plopped himself in the chair opposite

They were talking about someone else—the beautiful, perfect heroine, Nate’s so-called true love. “If I remember right, today’s the day our male lead finally meets his true love—our one and only heroine, Alyssa.” “That’s right! Alyssa is Nate’s new recruit at the casino, a top financial graduate from NYU! Isabella could have her way with Nate, but compared to our heroine, she’s just a trophy wife.” “Exactly. Nate couldn’t even discuss his work with her. Isabella wouldn’t understand a word. But Alyssa? She can talk to him, really connect. True soulmates.”