Rooftop Hero Novels & Stories

Lazarus’s men were already inside. “Roof,” Yoon-min ordered, jerking his head upward. “Extraction’s coming.” --- By the time they reached the top floor, Soo-ah’s muscles screamed, his breath ragged, but he refused to stop. Sang-woo’s weight pressed heavily against him, but he clung tighter, as if letting go would mean losing him forever. The roof door burst open. Night air rushed in, cool against his burning lungs. Helicopter blades thundered overhead, searchlights sweeping across the rooftop. For a moment, hope surged.

Although the sniper on the roof was proficient with a sniper rifle, the captive had stated that he was not a professional assassin. Mike would not have been able to enter if he were. Mike moved toward the rooftop after searching the bodies for loot but could not find anything. He didn't care about the dead guards' guns. He already had one M1905 fully loaded. He would only be slowed down by carrying any more. Demolished and no longer secure was the path that led to the rooftop. All along the wall, the concrete roof and steel beams had fallen, leaving only one end that was still attached to the roof, creating a natural set of stairs that led to the top.

[Zach, how many are they? I jumped to another side of the roof, looked like the building didn’t have a rooftop which was good. There was only a roof. We only needed to handle two floors without risking the rogue vampires might move the doctor using the outlet on the rooftop. It was our beginner’s luck that the building didn’t have a rooftop. We needed to think about some more tactics if this kind of ambush happened again.

I followed. The stairwell rang with sharp concrete echoes. I had lost my shoes somewhere on the forty-seventh floor. My bare feet struck the steps hard enough to send pain up my shins. Liam climbed ahead of me, his damaged knee forcing a harsh, uneven rhythm. Adrian remained above us, heading for the roof where a helicopter waited with rotors already turning. He had always kept one exit in the air. We reached the rooftop within seconds of each other. The wash from the blades tore at our clothes and made speech almost impossible. Adrian turned with a pistol already raised, not toward Liam but toward me.

It was an ache of waiting the way his heart jumped every time he got a message from Rowan. At nine thirty Rowan sent him a message. **Rooftop access corridor. Fifteen minutes. Do not be seen.** Alex made an excuse to leave his team meeting saying he needed to get information. He took the stairs two at a time his heart beating fast. The rooftop access corridor was a space that was not used much with a heavy door that led to the helipad. Rowan was waiting for him in the shadows his jacket off his sleeves rolled up his eyes burning with a hunger.

From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself. A rogue tries to flee. Ragnar's scythe spins out of his hand, decapitating him, but he doesn't kill him, I notice, just as someone knocks me down and just like that, I'm carried into the heat of the battle again. Ryker, on the other hand, blurs between wolf and human, leaving dead men in his wake till the last of the rogues stands. "Who sent you?" Ryker asks. I wobble on my feet, completely exhausted but manage to keep the stray wolf firmly in a chokehold.

The rooftop turned into a battlefield for our emotions, and I would make sure I would not back down this time. Ryle didn't seem impressed with my response. However, I stood my ground, feeling a sudden surge of responsibility to protect my dear friends. “A good friend like him doesn’t deserve this. And I won’t let any jerk like you do any harm to my friends!” Ryle didn't care about what I was saying. He seemed calm and unbothered, which made the rooftop feel even more tense as he walked away. Refusing to let him escape, I shouted once more, successfully halting him in his tracks.

No matter how tough it is, no matter how bleak the future may seem, always walk forward with your head held high. Show to all of them, to all of us, that you aren't just the son of the hero king. Show us that you are you and no one else. That you are Sol Dragona Luxuria! The day you can accomplish that… I will finally be able to rest… I will finally be at peace.

I peek around the chimney, keeping my stealth tight because explaining why I’m on a stranger’s rooftop at midnight is not on my to-do list. “I’m sure it’s just another scheme.” The first voice, an Alpha with a buzz cut, sounds skeptical. “Believe me, it’s not!” the excited one insists, hands probably waving. “How much do you have to pay for it?” I slide out a smidge and take a look. “It’s free,” he replies. “What do I have to do for you to believe me?” The guy throws his hands up, the motion carrying through the roof in a whisper of fabric.

I want to see him! "The current boss is sitting on the rooftop! Let me go there and tell the boss to come down to the office to meet you! " Small Hand replied. only to hear Sara curl her lips and say, "No need! Anyway, it's a comfortable place to talk. Quickly lead me to the rooftop! " Small Hand could only obediently obey and then entered the elevator with Sara to press the top floor. On the rooftop of Happy Hill Pub, there is only Mr Joe with a bottle of wine next to him. From here, you can see a corner of the city with magnificent lights.