Stand My Heroes Novels & Stories

We were united in our resolve to protect our son, to ensure his safety amidst the chaos. Niro, a steadfast ally who had been at our side through thick and thin, fought with a raw ferocity. His muscled form moved with an agility that belied his formidable strength. Herod, always the voice of reason amidst our impulsive nature, displayed a calmness that bordered on eeriness as he dispatched his adversaries with precision and grace.

I'm afraid your dad might die of a heart attack if you don't give him any calls. 'Yeah Yeah.' The conversation carried on and I fell asleep on the sofa watching Barbie of Swan Lake. it was 2 am and I woke up and headed to the underground fighting arena. God, I love beating the shit out of men. Tonight's prize was 500k for the last man standing. I entered the arena and out my name on the ballot and placed it into a box. Eventually I was called out. Fight after fight. Only meant victory after victory. 'Tonight's doghouse champion is Rosaline Danvers.'

James asked standing up. "You no hear me? You think just cause say you get money you fit pull any babe. Deji better carry your cousin away from him maybe hin just wan knack am comot." John said drinking water but with a blink of an eye, James swiftly threw the water away from him holding him by his cloth. "Ehh,ehh. James relax." Matthew held James back. Daniel went behind James to tell him to chill. Seun and Mustapha were ready to fight and Deji just watched.

Heroes got a new AI the older generation AI created with their own self-consciousness with a little bit of experience serving as their panel daily task voice prompt and Sotiras got the more intelligent and powerful one as it only needed to consume a little bit of energy for the Sotiras to know their task or do the things or make the Sotiras wanted to do. Well, even though both 'Heroes' and 'Sotiras' was still dominated by an AI, controlling them and putting a bomb on their head that serve as the binding method for the loyalty of the system and the Host, not discriminately leaving the other person or an AI behind in times of danger. Well, the only thing that can break their binding if ever th

“The last time you were at a party? How it ended?” “What?” My eyes immediately fell to his lower body and I automatically understood what he meant. “What?! Oh my goodness, no! Just what kind of person do you think I am?” “Look I don’t have a problem with you having one night stands with random strangers,” he said, my eyes widening even more. “What I have a problem with is you being all dramatic about it after it happens. I mean, look at you right now with me. I can’t have that happening with you and the guys in my year. Trust me, it’s for your own good.”

They wavered. And then, gradually, one by one, they retracted their claws. Gasping, I stood tall, blood flowing from my claws. My other warriors—my faithful warriors—looked at me, awaiting. I met their gaze, my chest moving up and down with deep breaths. "Those who stand with me, step forward." The air in the room hung in suspense. And then, warriors stirred. One by one, they crossed to my side, until nearly half of the room stood with me.

he commanded. I turned back for one last look at the man who was once my world. He was rubbing his chest with a frown while Scarlett fretted over him, the two of them overlapping into a perfect picture. And I was, as always, the one who didn't belong. "I will be, Alpha." My voice was placid, but my heart was a wasteland. In twelve days, it would all be over.

From a young age, I've known I was born to be a substitute for my deceased sister, Leah. On my 6th birthday, my parents take me to the market to choose a cloak for cubs. I excitedly spend ages choosing, then point at a silver one. However, Mom's expression shifts drastically, and she grabs me by the ear and screams like a madwoman, "Who told you to choose silver? Leah's favorite color can only be red!" When Dad sees Mom act up, he roughly yanks me away. I fall to the ground, hitting my head, and blood streams down my face. From then on, I desperately try to become more like Leah. No matter what I choose, I only choose something in red, the color she loved most. But one day, I break the

Far enough to pretend I had the choice to step in. I did. Varyn’s gaze dropped to the stitches along my ribs, then rose to my eyes. Unblinking. Unimpressed. “You stand,” he said, as if updating a ledger. “On a good day,” I said. “On a bad one too. Standing is kind of my brand.” “Your ‘brand’ bleeds,” he replied. “Today you’ll make it bleed under instruction.” He tipped his chin at three warriors who stepped forward: scarred, silent, the easy balance of men who’d broken more things than they’d counted.

She prepared to attack again but soon collapsed back down to the ground sobbing uncontrollably. The image soon faded back to Cassandra. "These are the deeds of the great King and Prince you all worshipped for so long. This is how they return your love and admiration. You've all heard the truth from the mouth of the prince himself. The real heroes are the ones you tracked persecuted and murdered either for a bit of sport or money. And you know what? Those Heroes are still fighting for you!" Cassandra's image pointed at crystal to display the finger pointing directly at anyone standing in front of the broadcast. "Still they fight despite your betrayal! The Black Guard still fights those battle