Redo Hero Novels & Stories

Xander had a sour mood after all Amelia gave him a good punishment by restricting him from touching her for a week and Liam was getting the silent treatment from his wife making him pout occasionally. Everything was perfect and beautiful. Too unreal but enough real to believe that yes. There is always a bright sun behind a cloudy sky. Their darkness finally ended and the bright sun finally lighten up their lives. They were together. A complete family. ____________________________________ So this is the End of Vengeful Redemption. The purpose of writing this story was to show that some people can regret their wrongdoings and can go to any length to make it right. Like Rose did everything and

Derora woke up standing straight, the veratus that surrounded her stared at mher with absolute fear, a thing that was meant to be foreign to beings called forth from the abyss, darathos shivered, "What happened to you?" He asked, Derora saw a flowing stream nearby as she stared at her reflection, eyes blazing red like the fiery furnace, hair dark with a tinge of red at both sides. She smiled and stood straight, "Revived darathos, I have broken the chains that held me to herega" she replied, Derora motioned for him to come closer, he seemed a little skeptical at first, "From where does this power come from, it feels as strong as heregas but more...vile" he said,

I held her hand and entwined our fingers, bringing it to my lap. "Angel, I'm sorry for hiding my real identity from you, but I will tell you now. My real name is Alexander Larson. I'm the real son of Harold Larson." "What? Then you and James are siblings?" "James is my adopted brother. Only a few people know that my parents have a child. People know that they only have an adopted child." "Why are you hiding your real identity?" "For my protection. My parents died in a car accident, but I doubt that someone purposely broke the brake of my parent's car, and that's why the accident happened.

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

I just started praying that if there was a next life, I wanted to be the one to end him in it. Tori and Keefe were both silent. They weren’t going to beg for their lives. We were past the point of no return. I watched in horror as two of the warriors held them down, while the other two warriors' hands changed into claws. The warriors were smirking at me, watching me silently cry for the only people who had loved me enough to try to rescue me. The warriors bent over and dug their claws right into their carotid arteries.

The large, scarred muscles of his left arm violently convulsed, the fingers of his left hand curling into the stone with an explosive, bone-shattering strength that cracked the lodestone itself. The wolf was no longer dead. He had been reforged in the sovereign fire. "The alignment is pure," the Keeper of the Forge hummed, its massive brass boots sliding back two inches as the concussive backdraft of the strike forced the giant automaton to lower its weapon. The volcanic orange light inside its iron helm dimmed to a stable, respectful glow. "The hybrid fire has seated within the marrow. The anchor holds."

I pulled myself together and apologized over and over, the man I ran into said in a deep husky voice, “Good morning, I’m Logan McAlister.” ———————————— I was about to yell at whoever just ran into me off the elevator until I looked into those exotic green eyes, they reminded me of a storm in the Bahamas I had seen. I cleared my throat and could only get out, “Good morning, I’m Logan McAlister.” I felt like an idiot, I should have reprimanded her for not looking where she was going. “I assume you are my new assistant Miss Peters,” I said this a little too sarcastically hoping to seem irritated due to her running into me.

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."