My Hero Futa Novels & Stories

flashback Kayla made it to this handsome stranger and his dog before I did, but he thankfully held on to her before she could touch the animal. “Woah, princess, you don't just touch any dog like that, okay? It can hurt you.” He explained, tone gentle. “But I wanna touch it.” Kayla pressed stubbornly, her mouth taking on that cute pout most people found hard to say no to.

Name: Marcus Nelle Age: 30 years old Identity: Hero HA2 Ability: Psychokinetic Additional Identity: Father of 3 little naughty children Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Almighty Heroes’ [His bulky figure and scar face scare most children that admire him but his bulky figure was also the one that can make his enemy lower on his level intimidated. He was a tough guy outside but a soft guy at children inside especially for his naughty children.] The scarred guy bio instantly pop up beside his figure with bold characters and coloured blue, no Heroes could see it, even if a Sotiras will be here, they can’t also see it as the privacy is strictly encrypted.

Clarisse sheaths her sword, and Lucia kneels and says, " you don't need to be scared. I'm Lucia, a battle mage. And this is Clarisse, Knight of Esperia member. And you are?" Zane is nervous and can only think of how to run away from the two. He then responds, "Zane… just Zane, call me Z." "Nice to meet you, it's a pleasure to meet the new hero!" Lucia joyously says, lending a hand to Zane to stand up. "You better make sure you're right about him being the hero, Lucia," Clarisse grumpily says. "Hero?! Wait wait wait, I'm no hero. I don't even know what I am. There has got to be an understanding here," Zane confusedly says.

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.”

“You’re right. Tomorrow’s just footwork. And… I’ll try to keep control.” “You won’t try,” Aria corrected, pressing the ice pack back to her ribs. “You will.” Kai watched her for a while. The skin beneath the ice was reddening, her face pale, but her eyes still shone bright. Aria Holt—who never backed down, who always gave as good as she got—and who still stayed by his side, even when he’d put her in danger. It was then Kai understood: if he stepped into the ring with Damian again, he wouldn’t have to fight alone. And maybe that was what would give him the strength to hold on to what was left of his humanity.

You still need to follow doctor’s orders so don’t cry too much, alright? As Hero reaches out to touch the older woman on her hospital gown’s shoulder, carefully avoiding the bandages on her body, he catches his mother’s raised eyebrow and small smirk at him calling Lyra’s mother, Mommy Celia. He rolls his eyes in response making sure his Mama sees it and only receives a wider and more mischievous smile from the classy matriarch.

He killed her for nothing. My hatred fuelled me as we battled, he was still strong and wiry. Leaping in and out of defensive manoeuvres trying to wrong-foot me. It was obvious which of us had completed decades of attack training and which had only brute strength to rely on. Brute strength and boiling rage.

Far greater than the men he had brought with him. But it was no dream. Warm blood splayed on his face as a sword went through the throat of his Beta, Ulrich, who had thrown himself in front of Zayn to protect him. Zayn bellowed, swiping for the head of the witch who had stabbed Ulrich. Her head came clean off, but Zayn hardly noticed as pain ripped through him when he caught the body of his fallen Beta. His best friend. And for the first time, tears filled his eyes as he watched Ulrich cough up more blood. His throat was ripped and he could hardly speak a word. Soon, his brown eyes turned unseeing and vacant and Zayn roared in outrage.

' he asked with a straight face with his red eyes looking at me directly. 'You say that as if your eyes don't trail on my own body. Why don't we get on with me buying the land?'. 'Pardon you.' he stated. 'I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were hard of hearing. I said I F Y O U W A N T M E TO BE OUT O F Y O U R U G L Y H A I R , W E S H O U L D P R O B A B L Y G E T O N W I T H T H E W O R K.' I said.