Stand My Heroes Novels & Stories

You could tell already by the name of the city right? Hero League was an organization that pooled together normal people and trained them to become heroes. From chasing of bank robbers to extinguishing of fires in burning buildings, to serving as body guards to important people as well as getting stranded animals down from trees, or odd places, the heroes were ever available. Duties were always assigned to the heroes according to their rankings. Slads were what the newbies at the hero league were called. All they basically did was train and foster a great team work among themselves.

Damian’s gaze swept across them all, leaving none untouched. Then he turned toward Jihoo, his tone shifting but still edged with command. “And the Gamma. Do you stand, or do you let men mock the place I entrusted you with?” Jihoo’s spine straightened. His earlier fear was still there, but now it burned alongside pride. He stepped forward, voice steady. “I stand, Alpha. I will silence every doubt. No warrior under me will dare dishonor this pack again. I swear it.” A faint flicker of approval passed Damian’s expression, gone as quickly as it came.

Better to give them space to breathe, let them think they’ve got control. I told her she didn’t have to be scared with me. She probably doesn’t believe me. Hell, maybe she shouldn’t. I’m not the hero type. Never was, never will be. I’ve done things that’d make her run if she knew. Things that stain a man’s hands no matter how many times he washes them. But looking at her—eyes darting, shoulders drawn in tight like she expected the world to hit her again—I felt something I don’t let myself feel anymore.

In it, my father held me in his arms, smiling warmly, as if he had never left. I closed my eyes, letting memories surface. When I was young, he used to sit me on his knee and point out toward the sea beyond the window. "Zoe, remember this. The Langs do business with integrity. But if someone tries to crush you, you never bow. Once your spine breaks, you are finished as a person." Back then, I did not understand. I only knew his hands were broad and steady. Later, Lucas tried to break my spine, to turn me into something that existed only by clinging to him. He forgot one thing—the Lang family has never been made of soft bones.

The next day, I went to the meeting point with Romeo and a Soldato. Giordano raised his chin and pulled Carina into his arms. His face twisted as he laughed. "Surprised, Arianna? You thought you were untouchable, yet you couldn't even hold onto your own people. "Look how many chose me instead. That shipment matters to you, doesn't it? Do yourself a favor. Hand over the token and give me the Don's position. If I'm in a good mood, I might let you stay." Carina smirked. "Do you really think you can threaten us?"

A massive ice-blue dragon roared from my staff, surging into the sky. Absolute zero. All four enemies–frozen solid in place. "Now. Kill." My voice was calm. Cold. Matthew's ADC unleashed a storm of arrows from the backline, shredding their front line in seconds. Shadow emerged from the darkness like a phantom. A flash of steel–two strikes, and their unprotected carry was gone. Under Miracle Hands's perfectly timed shields, Cedric's swordsman descended like a war god. Blade flashing–cutting through the frozen, low-health enemies one after another.

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.

This accident Lily was the one who suffered the most from the brand, and he didn't know what to do to make up for her. “Tell me, who is behind your back controlling these things?” - Venn went to kick the other guy hard, the kick for him was shot far. He clutched his stomach in pain and let out a groan, blood pouring out of his mouth. This shows just how powerful Venn's kicks are.

I throw my hand out and shrug. I needed this. Time away from reality. The reality of the fact that I can't do this on my own. I can't protect my friends and family. I can't find.... a midpoint maybe with these new powers, if that makes sense. How do heroes do it or good guys in general? Well most of them end up dead. The spartans did it to make a point and most of all inspiration. Gerard said that you have to know thy enemy. That seems like a good start. But...who is my enemy? Is it the guy who keeps killing people who kiss me or is it the guy who wants to kill me? One thing is for sure, I can't handle both.

“What hero ranking? What Demon-level?” Marcellus quickly explained, “The people in Obaro greatly admire heroes, so they’ve established the hero ranking based on the strength of experts. They are divided into Demon-level, Overlord-level, and Champion-level, with Demon-level as the highest rank. “At number one are three individuals who are ranked equally. They’ve never fought each other before, so there’s no distinction between them. “Those three are the Pontiff of the Sauro Church, St. Dmitri, the Elder of Alexander’s family, Lloyd, and a very mysterious knight known as a dragonslayer, Sir Theodore.