The Heroes Book Novels & Stories

Guardioni bowed. "Please, refrain from the salutations," said Hrishikesh as he always does. "Here is a book the Emperors wanted you to have. High King Eloy discussed it with Emperor Malvan and Emperor Mithraos. They instructed me to find this for you," said Guardioni. Rishikesh was surprised. "They said it has knowledge that will help you gain your heart's desire," said Guardioni with a small smile. ----------- Hrishikesh read the book from cover to cover and he understood what they wanted him to find. Finally, as he kept the book aside when the sunlight streamed into his chambers, he felt hope bloom in him.

He stared at the boy whose eyes were deeply engraved in thick blackness, and blood dripping from his nose. "Get lost k--" The kid went straight to words, cutting him off completely. "The sennight beckons. The heroes will rise again to usher in the light of the Amarethean. In Colchis, beyond its river's waves and tides, will you find answers to your tears" With the end of this words, did the young boy disappears into the storming crowds. Milen searched for him, but he was lost in the multitude. He listened hardly to the pounding of foot, hoping to hear the scuttle sound of a scurrying youngling.

Not you… The man’s smile just stayed on his face and the next thing he said, my wolf took it heavy. “ Looks like I’m going to have to force this wolf back into its cage.” He told us and his eyes glowed once more….. To Be Continued.... End of Book 1...

After sending the text message to Aunt Gracie, I thanked the policemen who helped me and quickly switched to a different hotel after that. It was only then that my tension finally eased up. I felt my pounding heart slowly calm down after stepping into my new hotel room. A short while later, however, I received a notification on my phone. Randell and Evelyn had made it official and gone public about it. They posted a photo of their hands tightly holding each other under the street lamp, and the accompanying caption said, "You're my hero." I was just about to block Evelyn on all my social media too when she suddenly privately messaged me and said, "Cassidy, you've probably already seen my post

“As months went by, the town folks continued to tell their children the tale of the three brave warriors who saved their town from a horrible fate. One day, the news that there was a warrant for the arrest of their beloved heroes and that one of them was sentenced to death reached their ears. ‘LIES!’ they screamed, fists in the air.” “They don’t believe that she is a witch or that she is summoning demons?” said Frank. “You’ll see. Angry, the town mayor and his citizens were determined to protect their saviours and rectify the lies, but no one would listen to them until their protests landed into the ears of an unlikely ally.”

Stephanie cooed at Jeremiah and her only responds was Jeremiah wrapping his arms around her and fixing his nose in between her neck and shoulder “Ehh…just a small joke Jer and you’re all ruffled up…” I teased causing the rest of the boys to burst into fits of laughter “Fuck off y’all” Jeremiah grumbled from his spot in Stephanie’s neck “Okay okay enough. Tell me more” James pressed on “Oh… oh then I saw Alpha Chaos and Beta Kiara’s wolf… damn talk about scary. And before you ask, we are not supposed to talk about their wolves” Stephanie replied “Beta Kiara? You’ve got to be shitting me” I cussed out

"My daughter's biological father was a war hero!" "A war hero?" Miriam blocked our path. "You say he's a hero—who's going to believe that?" She stepped closer, almost right in our faces. "I'd advise you to drop this. Save your energy and start reconsidering your options. Some schools just aren't meant for certain people." Mom's hands were shaking with rage. "What business is it of yours? What we do is our own business!" Miriam let out a scoff and brushed past us. But as her bodyguards followed, one of them deliberately shoved Mom—hard. She tumbled down the wet steps, landing in a heap on the soaked pavement.

" Sara was sentenced to five years. Her role in inciting the crime was fully established. On the day the verdict was handed down, I signed the divorce agreement. There were no assets left to divide because I had signed the very apartment the Austin siblings had schemed so desperately to steal over as a donation. I gave it to the Young Scientists Foundation under Michael's name. When Azaria learned of this, she called me and offered only a brief sentence, "Thank you." That Distinguished Merit Medal sat safely on the bookshelf in my office. Every day, before I put on my white coat, I took a moment to look at it. "In Service of the People, Michael Ellis, 1972." 50 years ago, a 29-year-old man w

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

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.