Raising A Hero Novels & Stories

Suzanne snarled in a harsh whisper. Aiden looked at both of them with a displeased look and they both mellowed down. "Go on CIN," Ashley encouraged with a smile. "As if I have a choice," Aiden muttered under his breath but he continued anyway. "After a while the mayor gave his concent and the two brothers formed up Hero League. They ran experiments on people in other to make them a step above the ordinary civilians, hence the powers. But Tiz noticed the heroes they were making all turned cold and had no feeling of humanity left. He brought this to the attention of his brother but Zeno ignored him and went on with the experiments," Aiden went on.

ZARA POV "Hero," I began softly, my voice close to his ear, "you truly believe that after everything I've endured here, things can simply return to how they were before? I'm sorry, but that's utter nonsense. There's no way we can pretend this never happened. This mountain, these hurtful shared experiences you put me through... they've changed me. I can't unsee what I've seen and heard, or unfeel what I've felt. I’m different now, Hero, irrevocably different.”

Alaric stood at the edge of the field, arms crossed. His gaze swept over every pair of fighters with cold precision. When he wasn't speaking, his entire presence radiated the kind of Alpha dominance that made everyone tense on instinct. This was Alaric. The hero of the entire werewolf world. The legendary Alpha who'd risen to godlike status in the Vampire War. Every pack revered him. Every enemy retreated at the sound of his name. But my second look landed on his arm. Alaric wore a long-sleeved training shirt. When he raised his right hand to adjust a warrior's stance, his sleeve shifted slightly, revealing a small patch of skin on the inside of his forearm.

“I’ll tell my story.” Dominic stared at her. “Our son is fighting for his life.” “And the first thing on your mind is public opinion?” “This isn’t about public opinion.” “It’s about taking back my name.” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “This can wait.” “No.” “It has waited long enough.” She glanced at herself once more. The makeup artist reached for concealer. Laura gently stopped her hand. “No.” “Leave the bruising.” She lightly touched the fading IV mark on the back of her hand.

A narrator’s voice followed: "This is not a story of survival. It’s a story of rebirth." The final frame: "Rising From the Ashes. Coming soon." It went viral within hours. Across the city, Adrian saw the video on his phone. His knuckles whitened as he clenched the device. She had just declared war in the most public, glamorous way possible. He picked up his phone. "Get me Natalie. Now." Back at the retreat, Natalie received the call. Amara glanced at the screen and arched an eyebrow. "Adrian Sinclair." Natalie took the phone and answered. "What do you want?"

As much as it hurt me to watch, I knew it was necessary if he was going to stand against me; and I’d rather not do it myself. Thunder cracked around me and I looked at my opponent. Baraqiel was an archangel which meant he and his offspring were stronger than mine. I would need help to win against him, and that help wasn’t forthcoming. He would kill me, this I knew; but I had to take him with me. He could not be allowed to live, and I knew Cain would take care of Verity and our child. Baraqiel bore down on me as I readied my stance, his great wings slicing the air as I readied myself. A purple blur shot in front of me, straining wings and long hair blowing in my face. Kenneth.

After Adonis’ display, no one showed fear anymore. They couldn’t, even if they wanted to. The immense power that the Hero displayed was enough to inspire many. It spurred even the most timid among them to step forward, eager to join the battle and slash through the monsters. “We’re not gonna let you have all that EXP, Adonis!” “Haha! Here I come as well!” “Save some of that EXP for us! Only God knows what Level you’re on now!”

After Adonis’ display, no one showed fear anymore. They couldn’t, even if they wanted to. The immense power that the Hero displayed was enough to inspire many. It spurred even the most timid among them to step forward, eager to join the battle and slash through the monsters. “We’re not gonna let you have all that EXP, Adonis!” “Haha! Here I come as well!” “Save some of that EXP for us! Only God knows what Level you’re on now!”

He bit out, his gaze flicking between me and Xander. “He don't belong to you either.He is a child so please don't drag him in something he doesn't want” Goddess knows where I got the courage from but I'm face to face with this man with defiance in my eyes. “A child?” He sneers sharply, grabbing my forearm with such force that a whimper slips out of my mouth. “This is no child but outcome of my years of patience and devotion— I gave him a part of me, sacrificed my biggest weapon just to summon a shadow so powerful it could destroy the world but you—

Mania induced by sheer rage and resentment. I twist to stand up, no longer scared, rather my fear has turned to hate. Drago immediately shoots me in my shoulder, but I shrug it off, as if it was just a bee sting. I'm no longer paralyzed by my fear or pain. I embrace what my past has taught me to be. A warrior.