Novel & Cerita Soul Of Great Hero

Yes, I could remember it, I recollect all the memories perfectly, I could remember seeing her in agony, with red liquids dropping from her pretty mouth, the cold looks on her face before she gave up the ghost, and her last Words for me. "At your darkest hour, when all seems lost and there is no hope of light. When you feel the darkness pressing in on you from every side, when you find yourself standing on the precipice of oblivion, A Hero will descend from the Moon. His glittering silver face will cast a bright light upon your path. Avoid him, but it will be impossible. You will thrive hard to run... that's when the beast in you will Awake, and you'll meet the real you" I was there thinking

"But I remember a day when our forebears conducted sacrifices to appease powers greater than our own. They believed that the curse was the work of blood and fire." I leaned in closer. "Who conducted these rituals? What did they believe? He hesitated. "There was a mystic, a very old priest. They say he had the eye of life and death. He lived in darkness and dressed in a cloak of many colors. Others tell us that he vanished when the curse was visible." I chilled. "What was his name?" I inquired. He slowly shook his head. "I know him as the Seeker. He told me in parables that dark magic comes with a price."

Name: Marcus Nelle Age: 30 years old Identity: Hero HA2 Ability: Psychokinetic Additional Identity: Father of 3 little naughty children Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Almighty Heroes’ [His bulky figure and scar face scare most children that admire him but his bulky figure was also the one that can make his enemy lower on his level intimidated. He was a tough guy outside but a soft guy at children inside especially for his naughty children.] The scarred guy bio instantly pop up beside his figure with bold characters and coloured blue, no Heroes could see it, even if a Sotiras will be here, they can’t also see it as the privacy is strictly encrypted.

"When will we know it’s safe to touch her without destroying her?" "When she chooses us," I said, with a certainty that burned. "Only then." He watched as I took his place. As I kissed her. As I felt what he had felt. Her light was a fire, and we only knew darkness. And yet… she didn’t burn us. She revealed us. She made us vulnerable. The bond had already begun. Not in flesh. Not in blood. In the soul. And that union… was irrevocable.

The beast had burned my ash arrow, the only weapon that might have helped me fight back. Ash. The one known weakness of the wiz. The only reason humans had survived the ancient uprising. I scanned the forest for signs of the pale-barked tree with its wild sprays of branches, but saw nothing. The stillness around us was suffocating. Nothing stirred. Yet even in the quiet, the beast beside me felt more dangerous than anything that might have lurked among the trees.

"Heroes are forged in the space between surrender and sacrifice." Soren barely had time to throw up a shield before the first possessed soul crashed into him. The impact sent him spinning through the astral void, his barely-formed defenses shattering like glass. "Too weak!" Morwen's voice surrounded him, coming from everywhere and nowhere. "Did you really think raw courage would be enough? How... mortal."

James’s words about his father being dead had left a scar too deep for a child to understand. I wiped his tears away and looked straight into his eyes. “The papa who baked cakes with you? That man is gone. The one out there now, the man they call the ‘Don Hill’… he’s the one who hurt us, and we don’t want him anymore, okay?” Xavier blinked and then nodded slightly. He buried his face in my chest and began to cry softly. I let him cry. At least, crying was better than keeping it all inside.

Kade asked softly. "I never knew her. She died when my mother was young. My parents never talked about her." I looked at the incomplete mark. "I always thought I was cursed. That this power made me a monster." "You're not a monster. You're a healer." He pressed a kiss to my forehead. "You free people from toxic bonds. That's not monstrous. That's heroic." "Even when it costs pieces of my soul?" "Especially then. Because you pay the price so others don't have to."