Pro Heroes Novels & Stories

Madam Secretary had felt a glimmer of hope, totally convinced that the heroes would be able to take down the last standing alien life form that seemed to be stronger than all the others—Elektris. The Pentagon’s database had managed to gather information on these heroes over the years, having records of their special abilities. They had names like the Blue Streak, Spartan, the Pink Projectile and their most recent addition, the Viper. The appearance of Lady Death had took them all by surprise after she was spotted to be working alongside the other heroes, given her incriminating past life. Of course they had tried to find out how these people came to be—how they got these powers but no resear

“As you can see, we are dealing with more than just a rebellion. I believe the rebellion was just a distraction to keep us from seeing the real threat.” “Your Highness”. I say “Yes Seleste.” “When I was with the moon goddess, she told me that she created our ancestors specially to balance the power on the earth. The first Protector was given an equal amount of power as the dark lord to counteract all of his dark influence. She told me that she has given me all of the power of the first Protector, but we will need all of the original warriors to win this war. The one thing she told me that I have not shared is that most of our team is representative of the original warriors of the moon. In fa

Zach oversaw the investigation, trying to find what would awaken and try to prevent it. “Nothing yet,” he answered. “Sorry, it’s not easy stuff. Most of the people who know about the prophecy are either awfully hard to find, incredibly old or already dead. But I’m still working on it.” It was the answer I was expecting. It was the same answer every week, but I had to know if we had any progress. The safety of our pack depended on it. “Yeah okay,” I answered. “Have a good day Zach, see you later.” And with that Zach went on to his office.

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.

Reaver’s sharp gaze fell on him. “I guess you don’t know since you haven’t actually seen him with the hood off,” Prof. Dimitrio said gently, “but Pan Phineas is a war hero who almost died during the revolt,” she told the students. “Half of his body was badly burned by the fire mages who sided with the rebels. It is a miracle that he is still clinging on to life even after that incident.”

It is your child Damian! I stared blankly at my phone, it hit me ‘No….no, this better not to be true!’

But unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his hand, several experts of the God of War immediately followed. He activated his terrifying internal strength and immediately knocked him away. These big fellows all had early-stage Martial God level cultivation. But when they worked together, they were extremely terrifying. The combined attack made fear appear in Jiang Haolong's eyes. He was truly afraid. But when he saw Zhang Xuan being shaken away, he quickly rushed forward to support Zhang Xuan. Then he glared at the crowd and said, "You're not heroes who bully others with numbers!" A hero?

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.