Redo Hero Novels & Stories

he told me "I guess Caroline felt the same way."I retorted back "So what's your plan with Claire" "To be honest, I want her back, I know it might be difficult but I miss her, seeing her being happy with another man pissed me off. And her kids are beautiful and great, I felt jealous and regretful for the first time in my life since she left" I explained "Then why are you hesitating, get her back, you know I will always support you, clear the misunderstanding, and get her back, just one Mere guy can't be your problem" I could feel the sincere encouragement from Simon

Andy stopped speaking as he looked at the changes in his grandfather's body and face. Sebastian has truly transformed into a different figure, a handsome man with pale skin, silver hair, and reptile-like green pupils. “Hello, Andy. My name is Soraka. I am a powerful dragon from the land of The Mythe, and I will discuss something important with you by meeting you later.” Sebastian's face had returned to normal, and he smiled mysteriously at Andy. “Damn it! What was that, Grandpa?” “His name is Soraka; he is your companion and a figure from that ring.”

By the time I realized what I had done, it was too late. Then, the truth hit me like a punch to the gut—Helen had orchestrated the entire thing. She had played me, and in the end, Madeline was dead because of it. Helen didn’t hold back. She pointed her finger right at me, screaming that I was the one responsible and that I was the reason Madeline was gone. I thought it over and realized she was right. My own hands had destroyed Madeline's love for me. The guilt was overwhelming, and I knew I deserved every bit of it. I would spend the rest of my life repenting.

I had been in a car accident that had claimed my parents’ life and it would have claimed mine if not for the single drop of blood I had received. As for my parents, they had already been dead by the time Zira’s mother arrived. It had also been that day that had allowed me to save my fated mate. When someone receives the Valdez blood, a magical link connects them and the one who had been saved must repay a blood debt. It is both a blessing and a curse to be saved by a member of the Valdez pack. However, it only works if the blood is fresh. The blood debt is unbreakable and if someone ignores it, they experience excruciating pain.

He grins, standing taller as he takes me in. Then he whistles, and a moment later three men find their way to the clearing. The first is a blazing redhead with piercing green eyes, his buddy has raven black hair pulled back into a ponytail and dark eyes, his physique is the only one I’m concerning myself with as he looks closer to my size and the look in his eyes is one of murder.

When they returned I waited for them to say something positive but they say they saw nothing and no traces of any kind. Then my mind rang at Roland's words "returning honor to our name," and you and others Alpha created this death fate for us." I began to ponder if any Alpha gave them such a promise because only an Alpha is the only one that has the right to return honour to a rogue except someone is impersonating any Alpha. I mindlink everyone to keep their identity hidden and everyone that their identity had been revealed should always be on guard because we are yet to get the enemy.

Cody even tried to grab my hand, but Noah stepped in to block him. “Emily, I know I was wrong. I’ll never listen to my mom again. “Because of my sister, I lost my job. Yet, my mom still wants me to get her out of prison. I’m really starting to hate her! “From now on, I’ll only listen to you. Please forgive me. Just look at me, Emily. Please?” I remembered how, in my last life, I had begged their family in the same pitiful way. Cody’s response back then had been, “You brought this on yourself. You deserve it.”

Deep down, he even wished they would finish him off. As far as he knew, I did not want him anymore. “Stop!” The moment he heard my voice he jerked his head up. There I was, running toward him through the dappled morning light, gasping for breath. As soon as I appeared, the kids scattered in panic. He pushed himself up, staring at me wide-eyed, afraid that I was just a mirage about to fade away. Then I pulled his bruised, bloodied little body into my arms and whispered, “I am sorry. I came back late.”

That was the closest thing to comfort that I had felt in a long time, and I wanted to bask in it. As I sank my head into the velvet seat, I ran my head through the new things I had learned. I was alive. My name was Melanie Carter. I lost my daughter, Ellie. My husband was the murderer. And I was out for revenge.