Pro Heroes Novels & Stories

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.'

In the hero league there were five categories to a hero. The Jornin. They were extremely good at crazy tech stuffs. Anything technology, coding, tracking even building it. Their code color was green. He had known from day one that would be his ranking. Then there were the Turds. They were the skilled ones. They could handle any kind of weapon known to mankind and they never missed their targets. They were also very good at stealth. Their code color wass blue. They also had the Wintex. Those that used special gadgets that have different super functions. They can omit sound waves, electricity, fire, you name it. In a way it's similar to superpowers. Their code color was purple.

Damian explained to me I went silent and I was surprised when Damian laughed, he then said, “I can’t believe someone did this to Brian. Those people clearly don’t know how ruthless he is. I heard it directly when Anna left the ER, he promised her he would make the one who did it to her pay with their life.” I stayed silent hearing it, Damian continued his words, “I won’t let him do it alone! Not sure about Fai, but for me this is personal and I will bring hell to those people until they wish they would never be born in this world.”

C has done everything in its power to silence them. And today, I’m standing in front of the G.H.C headquarters, watching the latest protest unfold. I’m not in my Blackthorn armor; I’m just Damon Wolfe,A pharmaceutical company owner blending in with the crowd in my civilian clothes. There’s a sea of people with signs demanding justice, calling for heroes to be held accountable for the lives they’ve destroyed. And right in the middle of it all is a little boy holding a sign twice his size. It reads: Ban Heroes in bold letters.

His martial arts skills were superb. This was the role of Liu Hongze, a villain with extraordinary skills, in the Henian Group. He specifically chased after the heroine.

If there were to be an award for best father's, I would be clearly off the chart. Now I had about a dozen or so men who had choose to stay loyal. One of them was Halal. The Arabian werewolf turned brother and friend. Most of the men who stayed had stayed on account of him. Of course, amongst the both of us he was the one with the nest sense of judgement while I was just a wolf breathing rage.

Kiara called out, for some reason she needed his acceptance. “All of us here have a special ability. Eliza can heal and mend anything, Luka can turn his body to steel, I can read minds, Rita has farsight, Devon.,, has his. Of course, our abilities only can be used when the situation is dire, but at the end of the day, we do have abilities, you don’t. Each of us can perform our duties, our assigned duties without a hitch, you can’t. Can you live with that?” “Alfonso!” Devon chided, but Alfonso pressed on.

The caption, glowing in bold, gold letters against the blue backdrop, read: THE GHOST RETURNS: CHAMPIONSHIP RUN 2026. He was more handsome than the boy I had known,his jawline sharp, his presence more commanding even through a digital screen. He was famous. He was rich. He was the bad boy of the league, the enforcer everyone was obsessed with, and the man I had spent five years trying to forget. "We'll make it work, Valeria. I promise."

,he replied casually. I blinked,"ho-" "We had some issues earlier... keep the names going ",I was honestly shocked because as of the time I knew him as someone hard to kill. I mentioned a couple of other people that I could remember and I'm shocked to say that Diego had killed these people already.... these people I knew as fearless and untouchable. "Adianta Tomora, Gilbert Orono and then Mario, those are the ones I can remember ",he nodded as if memorizing their names.

But, this wasn't the subject right now. “Do you know what is the difference between a naive fool and a hero of justice?" She clenched her fist, a fierce expression on her face. "It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.”