No Place For No Hero Novels & Stories

The arrogant man who once thought he was holding onto heaven in Bloodmoon is now just a pile of dirty flesh that history will never remember. On the curved balcony, Chloe blew a thin stream of smoke from the barrel of her mutant shooter tactical pistol. He didn't look down there any longer. The story of his ex-girlfriend's suffering had ended with a price that was very cheap compared to the dignity that was taken away by that stupid bastard. "You guys are slow," said Chloe, turning her head away, glaring at the commander of the Zero-Black Division. "Your bullets are not designed to touch magic, but to kill the host cells. Why waste a thousand bullets when you can target the eyes in the first

her voice was quiet, unsure. My mind was still elsewhere, but my words had found their way back. "I was thinking about your questions. Why I'm here. Why am I doing this. I meant what I said. Finding her would help so many people, would end a rift and prevent any impending war—but that's not all." I licked my lips, the sweet air around me somehow feeling dry. "If she's out there, she's alone. With the borders at a standstill, there isn't anyone looking for her anymore, she's been left behind." A dark feeling in the pit of my stomach began to grow. An old familiarity from the past manifesting itself again. A void locking out the rest of the world with no one there to guide me through. A longin

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.

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

I'm afraid your dad might die of a heart attack if you don't give him any calls. 'Yeah Yeah.' The conversation carried on and I fell asleep on the sofa watching Barbie of Swan Lake. it was 2 am and I woke up and headed to the underground fighting arena. God, I love beating the shit out of men. Tonight's prize was 500k for the last man standing. I entered the arena and out my name on the ballot and placed it into a box. Eventually I was called out. Fight after fight. Only meant victory after victory. 'Tonight's doghouse champion is Rosaline Danvers.'

Hoss raised an eyebrow at Hero. "Mr. Hoss, do you know that the gap between you and Chase is like heaven and earth? Chase can kill you with a single move. You're not even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth!" Hero said proudly. Hoss' face alternated between pale and flushed. He said coldly, "Anyone can brag! You bastard, I just have to ask you one question. How much information do you actually know?" "Of course, all of it!" Hero said confidently. "I not only know Chase's identity but also where he is now!"

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.

They begged for mercy and to be spared, but their foes pretended to be deaf to their cries. Then Khan walked slowly toward Flynn, and he just stopped a few feet away from him. Then he gathered his energy into his fists. When it was enough, he struck Flynn. But before it could land on Flynn's stomach, a bright blue light flashed in front of his eyes. Then someone landed on top of his head. Khan was buried in an instant!

Ayo began. "It's true. Your enemies aren't the one holding a sword against your throat. They are the ones smiling with you with a dagger behind their backs." Ayo retorted angrily. I flopped on my chair and twirled it laughing to his amazement. Ayo sat on a chair panting angrily like a lion ready to devour it's prey. I grabbed his hands and looked at him eyeball to eyeball. "Someone who can't clap for his friend's success and someone who can't truly be happy for his friend's happiness. His heart is already in hell." I retorted, chuckling violently.

“Wait, how did you know someone tried to kill me?” “I was there at the time! I don’t have time to explain! Don’t worry, I promise I won’t tell Kiel the part where you defeated them—I’ll make it seem like it was me. For now, you need to get out of this country immediately if you don’t want to be exposed!” Hero abruptly ended the call, leaving Claire anxious. She stood frozen for a moment, wondering about what Hero had said—he claimed he was there, but how? That thought lingered in her mind.