My Hero Origins Novels & Stories

"This isn't a funny joke, Damon." He closes his eyes for a moment, summoning a way to explain himself. "Think about it Aidana. An elusive man who showed up the moment you considered leaving? I had no origin story, no excuse for being here, but had so many abilities and connections to the Moon. You can't think that was a coincidence?" He continues to advance on me, while I continue to slide back across the grass, desperate to get some distance between us. "Get away from me."

“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?”

The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her. "Guys, this is Catherine, our new little fish," said Miguel, who soon moved away from her as Diego approached to shake hands with the newcomer. "Welcome to the shark tank, dear. I'm Diego, your teammate along with Rogerio, that unfriendly guy back there," he said, pointing to the friend who was approaching. "I just didn't run to introduce myself," Rogerio nodded his head to the side as a way of greeting her. "Welcome to the shark tank. I'm Rogerio, as the speedy one over there has already presented."

No matter how absurd they came across as, there was some truth within those pompous words that praised and elevated the status of the one heralded as the hero in that tale. Every hero of a legend had a humble past. None had an origin that reeked of superiority. For some reason every protagonist was either a weakling who had to slowly gain strength, or a deeply talented individual lacking the familial support or love to reach the peak. Of course, every now and then a hero would be born who possessed all the elements of Prince Charming: looks, talent, intelligence, and a brilliant background. Such heroes were best described as ‘Golden Spoon Heroes’. And Maxwell Lenglet was such a man. Possessi

He was behind the Origin King! The young Supreme’s body was still dominated by fire. But there were a few changes. An armor of gold and turquoise – an earth and water armor – somehow shared the same stage with fire and didn’t oppose nor face the wrath of the destructive element. The eyes of the Supreme were filled with the stars of a million elements, and his hair their blessings. Without any hesitation he whipped his leg towards the Origin King’s head, his movements swift and fierce like a vengeful tiger.

Suzanne snarled in a harsh whisper. Aiden looked at both of them with a displeased look and they both mellowed down. "Go on CIN," Ashley encouraged with a smile. "As if I have a choice," Aiden muttered under his breath but he continued anyway. "After a while the mayor gave his concent and the two brothers formed up Hero League. They ran experiments on people in other to make them a step above the ordinary civilians, hence the powers. But Tiz noticed the heroes they were making all turned cold and had no feeling of humanity left. He brought this to the attention of his brother but Zeno ignored him and went on with the experiments," Aiden went on.

They, too, became beacons of hope, defenders of justice, and champions of unity. In a distant realm called Zephyria, a young warrior named Kael discovered an ancient book recounting the hero's tale. Intrigued by the hero's unwavering courage, Kael set out on a journey to find the remnants of a long-lost artifact that could tip the balance of power in favor of darkness. Armed with the hero's story as his guide, Kael faced relentless challenges, but he knew that his actions would ripple through the cosmos, just like the hero's before him.

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.

Even dormant, origins were incredibly powerful and dangerous, the only ones who could activate and fully control origins were the individuals known as Regis. There were currently a dozen or so known Regis in Hyperion, and each Regis possessed an entity known as an echo, a virtual consciousness that existed within their crests, that allowed them to interact with origins. Not much is known about the original –the mysterious beings who made the origins— but it was understood that their entire civilization was completely wiped from the memory of the universe, with the exception of the origins. Most of the known origins that have been identified were discovered within ancient ruins and world lost

He could sense danger. Hero was very powerful. Even though he was not yet a martial deity, he had an abundance of powerful true energy that was as powerful as a peak martial monarch. Moreover, Hero was proficient in sword fighting. His techniques were unbeatable. Chase could only use his fingers to defend himself. However, Hero's weapon was too powerful, especially when it was made out of unique materials. Chase was barely holding on.