Pro Heroes Novels & Stories

A lot ran through Theodore's mind, he didn't condone the game Delilah was playing but somehow she was always putting her life at risk and now his family had to join in the game. Sparking a not so dead beef between the Ekalots and the Schneiders. Theodore has even forgotten what even ignited the beef. He never one day hated Delilah, he admired her from TV since she was always praised in the news as a child prodigy. That was the reason he mostly schooled with her, back then she didn't notice him.

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

"Okay give him my number, if it will get you guys to stop hounding me." Like he knows we're talking about him he turns to look at me and flashes me a cheeky smile. I smile back. The game starts and ends with our school team winning with Zack and Noah as the champion. After the game we all go out together with the guys to go and eat, Zack usually throws a party after each game but he didn't this time we went the diner to eat and celebrate with most of the guys from the football team and my friends. Irina leaves after the game though.

Stella simply answered. "But you lied to your father," Lynn said. "It's just a little white lie it won't kill him" Stella shrugged. Her eyes then looked at mine and found myself lost in them. "Okay, I'm done with the chit-chat, werewolves are real" Eva simply said. "Werewolves are not real," Scott said in a correction voice. "What if we can prove it," Lucien said standing up from his chair looking at both Scott and Stella. "Okay," She said unsure of what to say.

He immediately stops playing and sighs desperately. "Don't stop." I quickly say. He ignores me and clears his throat. "I don't know what happened to me." Smiling, I take his hand and begin to draw a heart shape on his palm. "Eren..." I start softly. "You are my shield. I've always admired your confidence, your courage and I know that you will win this battle too. I'm not telling you this just to make you feel better. I really mean it. Nothing can bring you down."

Sorin was stubborn as a mule and Maceo knew Sorin wasn't gonna accept anytime soon the fact that he was still hurting or more than accepting he just didn't want to show it. Maceo hoped that it wouldn't destroy Sorin. Sorin had been broken already as it was. ____________________________________________________________________ BAM! Sorin landed a perfect hit on his opponent's jaw making his opponent gush out blood from his lips. His opponent grunted as he staggered back. His opponent was stocked up, big muscles and all but in height he was almost same as Sorin, maybe even an inch smaller giving Sorin the advantage of speed and height which he was using to the fullest potential.

Eleni's Pov The fear that seized me made me so weak I sank into a nearby chair. Christos and Alexios Makris were brothers who ran a huge criminal organization. The organization included every crime you could think off. My dad Andreas worked in their casino as a maintenance man. I hadn’t been happy about him working with them because they were known as ruthless gangsters, and he was a gambling addict, the temptation would be hard to resist. But there were the only people who would accept him. All the other places he had worked had fired him after a couple of weeks because of his gambling.

Everyone called my sister Alessia a prodigy. I was the only one who knew she was a thief. From the day I moved back into the brownstone, she started taking from me. Quietly. Carefully. My designs. My sketches. My drafts. Everything I created would appear under her name before I even had time to finish it. The family stood behind her. Always. My father, Salvatore Lucchese, head of the family, his word law itself, said he believed Alessia.

The guy flinched back in fear. His mind recalled the lost battle. And suddenly he realized where he was and how he ended up there. "S...Silvia?" The man tried and pretended to be unaware but Hunter wasn't having it. With a low growl, his claws extended out and he grabbed that guy's throat letting his claws pierce his skin causing blood to ooze out. "She... She was a seer who helped Alpha Alonso win all the battles," The guy said fearfully.

This feeling was something wholly foreign to him yet clung to him like moss on an oak tree since he'd learned of the prophecy. And what about the remnants of his people here in this time, working their fingers to the bone for masters they did not choose? Another stanza came to him. 'United, they'll save their peoples against their plight, against the frozen sword, they'll stand and fight'. It said 'their peoples'. Did that mean he was supposed to save these pitiful excuses for shifters that were left of the Skölls as well? And how? Brand was sure he himself could take out quite a few of Magnus' men, but these other people were not trained fighters. Many couldn't even shift! What, by all the