My Hero Origins Novels & Stories

Most higher-level knights would leave the country to join one of the big 5 organizations and countries or organizations with deep foundations. The humans experience the breakthrough phenomenon from the presence of the exobeasts. The exobeasts had a pressure field around them, that shows how powerful they are. Normal soldiers would not solo any exobeasts, as they would lose horribly. That mentality changed after the legendary soldier from the Confederate States of America emerged. This soldier name was Alexander the Great. Alexander was the first human to experience a breakthrough, as he led the Confederate army to dominate this era of exotics. He would lead and emerge victorious from militar

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

After sending the text message to Aunt Gracie, I thanked the policemen who helped me and quickly switched to a different hotel after that. It was only then that my tension finally eased up. I felt my pounding heart slowly calm down after stepping into my new hotel room. A short while later, however, I received a notification on my phone. Randell and Evelyn had made it official and gone public about it. They posted a photo of their hands tightly holding each other under the street lamp, and the accompanying caption said, "You're my hero." I was just about to block Evelyn on all my social media too when she suddenly privately messaged me and said, "Cassidy, you've probably already seen my post

Then we'll have a chance to find his weakness. 'What might his weakness be?' 'Money,' Lily answered immediately. 'All his money!' Caleb added calmly, 'Not just money. His empire. He has a secret offshore trust fund. That is the real core of his business empire. What we need is control of that fund.' I gasped. What kind of children were these two? 'Mommy, just do as we say,' Caleb comforted me. "First of all, you need a new phone that cannot be tracked.'

Mom is one of the most famous reporters in the country. She exposes all kinds of wrongdoing, and the public hails her as a champion of justice. What she doesn't know is that while she's out fighting for other people, I'm being viciously bullied at school. When I finally work up the courage to ask her for help, she gives me a disgusted look and tells me to quit being so dramatic. Eventually, my bullies beat me to death and bury my body in a reeking drainage ditch. When my body is finally dug up, Mom is the reporter sent to cover the scene.

And you would have been killed had I not been here. "So I'm supposed to thank you,dear dark lord,for saving my life," she coughed pushing his hand away as she felt some sparks when he touched her. He was the cutest creature she had seen so far. He had red eyes like a ruby gem,his blonde hair was long reaching his shoulder,his skin was pure white which would definitely glow as a lamp in the dark.He was also tall with broad shoulders,his packs were still so visible even with the black hoodie he wore

He informed Alex. "Gods never abandon their followers or their chosen ones; they always stand by the special ones. Hence, the reason why Ogundele, the son of Ladele, the son of Awero (his mother's name), is sitting in the middle of this shrine, at midnight is to get fortified. I plead with all the gods present in this shrine to accept him as the chosen one that he was destined to be. I seek your protection over him as he embarks on the war he is destined to fight. May he conquer all the forces he encounters in the course of the war. May he end up as the triumph." He chanted, as he gave Alex the cut.

The memory was seared into her brain. It flooded her with guilt and shame but it wasn’t enough to push away the butterflies in her stomach or the sweet throbbing in her neck where he had marked her with his teeth. It was short, intense and with a person whom she had never met before, a person that was like an abomination to werewolves. A human. Her heart leapt as she thought of her little act of rebellion. It left a bitter-sweet after taste in her mouth – if her kin were to find out –

It's my hobby, my passion, I do it because I want to and no one will stop me. "Should I sleep here tonight? It's comfy… Huh?" Suddenly, a bright point in the distance swooped down on me with unimaginable speed and crashed down in a terrible explosion. A large cloud of smoke had formed at the place where the object had just fallen, but as it dissipated, it took on a human form: short black hair, blue eyes, and a fist sunk in the crater it had just created, Hope, another Hero. He wore a furious face but widened his eyes to meet a gold coin in place of my body.

In my defence I was high off magic and power. "Maybe you should have been paying attention to where you're going," he snapped, grounding his foot to the ground. My shoulders tensed as I spotted his intention for me and a glimpse of why his girlfriend broke up with him and what he recently did to her. Yes, I acknowledge that I have a hero complex, where I like to kick assholes ass for hurting the women in their life. Maybe I just like the fact that I'm no longer the weak magicless little girl, who was bullied. Amberly Vera might have created a monster.