My Hero Rising Game Novels & Stories

Wow, what an arrogant prick. I’m not stupid. I see the way he looks at me. I see the desire in his eyes and the hunger. I may not know what he’s trying to get out of the games that he’s playing with me, but I’m never going to give him the satisfaction that he’s going to win. Not this time. If he’s used to having his way with everything and anything, he needs to understand I’m not the type of girl he can easily subdue. He needs to try harder.

Rick said with a smile on his face. I rolled my eyes at him. “Hey, Hunter,” I said. Hunter replied with a small smile. I sat next to Rick, trying to understand the bullshit they were playing, call of duty. I never seemed to understand that game. All bullshit about guns and whatsoever. They were so focused on the game they didn’t even realize I left for the kitchen. I grabbed the first thing I saw when I stepped into the kitchen, apple juice. I was about to pour it into a cup when I heard a voice.

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.

I woke with a start to being rocked violently and the sound of gunfire. Springing up I saw a hoard of Nephilim above us, surrounding us. I had never seen so many at once. Liam and Jason were already up, Liam's katana currently removing a head from the body of one Nephilim, Jason's guns blazing, hitting their mark each time. Todd was standing on top of the truck, his sickles already slick with blood; Devon behind him picking off the ones further out one by one. Fucking hell, no wonder I had a bad feeling. Their wings pounded, sending a thrumming throbbing into my head, I reached behind me to pull out my scythe. It felt alive in my hand, tingling with actual energy, light as a feather and dead

He carried on watching for a few more minutes, that was when he noticed the name. Phoenix Rise. It appeared once, then again a few clips later, and then again after that, until it became difficult to ignore. Different fights, different locations, different bosses, but always the same player at the centre of it, always moving with a level of control that stood out immediately. Riley tapped into one of the videos and let it play.

She snarled at him. In a mild way it was true. Suzanne O'Izzy was just an average kid, a clumsy kinda girl with big dreams. She wants to be the hero everyone looks up to so badly. Luckily in her country, Herotapolis, there was an organization, Hero League, that could make her dream come true but first she and the others who are vying to be heroes have to go through a test known as the Thriox which consists of three tests. Oral, written and field.

Life is hard 3 minutes later, All had been set and Lisa stopped sipping the orange juice. "Which game would you like to play today, my princess?" a bodyguard asked gently and she gave off a fake smile and said: "It's called 'All of you get out of my sight' " . "Y...yes, we'll see ourselves out" After they left, Lisa spun her gaming chair around one more time before placing on her headphones. The computer was on and showed list of games available. She didn't think long before she clicked one- Mobile Legends: Bang Bang and waited for the game to load while admiring the current wallpaper of the three heroes who just debuted: Brody, Chou and Selena.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS IS A G****E TRANSLATED VERSION. WE JUST NEED FUNDS TO SAVE DOGS’ LIVES. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. I WILL REVISED THIS SOON. GAME TEN:Bleeding Is it possible to feel different emotions in one snap of time?

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.

My father was a hero cop, but I was a blemish to his shining resume as I was a delinquent who smoked, drank, and got into fights. Every time I tried to visit him at the precinct, he would slap me and tell me to leave in front of his colleagues. His fatherly love was all meant for Nana Smith, the daughter of his fallen comrade who was a paragon of good character and academic excellence. When Nana was kidnapped, he sent the entire city's officers after the kidnappers. When I was stabbed three times by some thugs and called him for help, he snapped at me, "Quit being a bother. The death of vermin like you is simply good riddance anyway." Even as I suffocated in agony, I lay in a pool of my