The Voice Of The Hero Novels & Stories

My hands were balled up in a tiny fist, clenched as difficult I ought to, my sight blurred from the tears that welled in my eyes. "Start it now." a groaning voice echoed around the place, there is nowhere to be only the fire that had risen. "I can smell thy divine blood! Blood of the great heroes of the ages, the blood of the divines, and blood of the scared," the voice in the fire exclaimed. "I had told you before... that we will become as one," he added sounding like a thunder hiss.

"I just hope he stays down, t'll be too dangerous for Dora to go stronger than that if he's that weak, might really kill'm." They were about to leave, but someone was shaking slightly. “Is that… Is that really?” Hope whispered, then took a breath and screamed. "THAT'S WHAT YOU CALL A HERO?! A HERO NEVER STAY DOWN!!!" He shouted so loudly that everyone shook. "Oi? Hope who are you cheerin' for?" "I'm sorry, my lady, but this is a personal matter... HEY! LEON!!! YOU SAID YOU WANT TO FIGHT TO SAVE THE WORLD, YOU HAVE THE HEART OF A TRUE HERO, SO STAND UP! DON’T LET HIM WIN!”

'Everyone will know my name,' he remarked. 'Oh shut up for Christ's sake!' Spencer hissed at him, frowning. Luke turned his head in Spencer's direction. Some other people that were assembled nearby also threw Luke irritated looks before going on about their businesses. Luke scoffed and turned to Spencer, disapproval written all over him. 'Don't use the Lord's name in vain!' he scolded as he waved Spencer off in a dismissing manner. 'Besides, I was made in heavenly splendor, not to mention my overly cuteness and hotness,' he scoffed as he turned back to Spencer and whoever cared to listen. 'Have you met me yet?' he asked as he beat his chest smugly. 'I am a bonafide hero in the making. A firm

He jerked off his body and almost fell off from his horse, roaming eyes around him. 'Who said that?' he thought. The Commander of his army, Panther, was fighting close to him, growls of bloodlust for the enemies coming from his mouth. His red eyes were enough to scare someone normal, his roars were more violent, the swinging of his sword was proving that he was a living monster in the mankind. "It is me," the voice whispered again. Moriah sighed with frustration, though the voice seemed familiar as if he heard that mysterious voice before. "I am the Lord of Life."

That was enough. Something cold, possessive, and unyielding settled in my chest. It was the same cold that had kept me alive in the world of power and struggle, the same steel that had turned my name into a whispered warning. I could feel it snap into place like a shield being forged in fire. “Wait, wait,” Hero continued, amusement still plastered on his face, blind to the storm he’d ignited. “Don’t tell me you never told him?” He nudged Eli gently. “Come on, introduce your friend properly.”

"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.

the hero said as he turned his back to the corpse of the enemy, his cape blocking the view of the rolled head from Valencia’s point of view. However, when Harlequin began to step forward, the cape no longer restricted Valencia’s view. The head, although only dead severed for seconds has gone pale as if no blood has been left to drain. It was the work of the hero’s sword, a mahò that makes death sure. It was the power of the king, a ‘checkmate’ Valencia has never once doubted the might of this savior from the moment he has defeated Valencia. The vow he has made to the hero was the true voice of his heart but seeing Harlequin right now made worry drape over the trust.

His mind wasn't his own anymore. “So, the young and powerful heroes of the monster knight battalion devote their lives to my glory, if I will but heal their precious little boy's love.” The paragon's voice was also clouded with a female voice that made the two knights cover their ears. It was painful to hear. It was like a massive scratch to their earlobe. A second later it was gone and was followed by a smooth songster's voice.

' he said. 'So what?' my mum replied calmly. Blank stares from my father goes unfazed to my mum. 'He is the most ruthless mafia leader.' 'Ok and what?' my mum said 'Reina is more than capable of taking care of herself and by refusing to let her go on certain place is restricting her full potential. Get over its Vincent, she is the strongest criminal in the underground. She can fight herself.' 'I don't want her to fight herself' my dad said back. 'She's a business owner Vince, you need to travel.' she replied looking at him.

"If it keeps the heat off you, let them take me." "No." I pushed the covers aside. I swung my legs out of bed. I stood up, swaying on my feet. Drax, who had been standing silently in the corner, moved to catch me, but I held up a hand. "I stand on my own," I said. I summoned the last dregs of my power. It wasn't a roaring fire anymore; it was a flicker. But it was enough. My eyes glowed with a faint, violet light. "Ashren Thalric is not a scapegoat," I stated, my voice ringing with the Alpha Command. "He is the hero of this war. He killed Malakar. He saved the army. He saved me."