True Hero Novels & Stories

Hero voiced out. “And what do you know how to do best?” He flashed me a feral grin. “Find the truth, no matter what it takes, and hunt down the motherfucker…” I almost rolled my eyes. Everyone knew Hero had the power to simply enter Baxter's pack and demand the information. But why did he insist on the thrill of the hunt? It seemed he derived pleasure from the pursuit of death itself. But then again, I wasn't just discovering that right now. “You're disappointed about something… aren't you?”

She nodded again and again, taking the badge with both hands, her voice breaking. "Thank you, Eleanor. Thank you!" The comments exploded again–this time in gold. [Damn! That level of grace; insane!] [This is what a true female lead looks like–lifting someone out of the abyss instead of holding a grudge!] [Girls help girls! I'm calling it–this is the most hype esports story of the year!] [Orion team, let's go! Win the championship for Janet, too!]

She mocked me. "No more games Aubrey Blaine. No more games. Face the true monarch bravely. Don't hide behind a façade. Face me and end this. Remove your mask." I spoke pointedly at her. "What mask?" She laughed. "I am Amy Daunter." I couldn't take no more and I took out my dagger hitting her in the face with the hilt. She fell backwards, spitting blood out of her mouth. I took off my sweatshirt, showing them the sword that was strapped on my back. The crowd gasped upon seeing the sword. I turned around and walked back inside the house. I walked up to my room, shutting the door behind me. I sat down on the bed defeated and fell back, running a hand through my hair.

explained the man named Eric. “From her profile, I see similarities. Hugo and Jane are both students from an Elite school. Also, Jane has feelings for Hugo…” "From here, I have a plan. Helena… you disguised yourself as a student at that Elite school. Find out any information related to Hugo and Jane," Eric said to the long-haired woman. She is Helena. Helena furrowed her brows disapprovingly. "I don't like having to hang out with spoiled kids with lots of wealth. Sorry Eric. I refused to do that."

"It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.” "As crude as it may be to say that, what made your father a hero wasn't his lofty but naive ideal, neither was it his gentleness. But it was his strength. No matter what, no matter how, there was only one truth. Your father was the strongest and as such he was the representative of Justice. This is the sad truth of this world."

Another secret I held with Everett, who was someone who didn’t even fully trust me. Not even the friends I’ve made here could make me feel less alone. I was withholding from them, too. I was a fraud, a fake, a phoney. It’s only a matter of time before this all bites me in the arse and ruins me. ‘I-I… I’m s-so alone,’ I stammered, ‘I don’t know who I can trust. I can’t trust anyone… I just want the truth. I just want to know who I am! I don’t know what to do…’

I was told he specializes in the use of knives and daggers and was more deadly than a raging bull. He had no tattoos on his body and he always had a mean look on his hardened face. Real name, Jack Lansing.Storm, the big brains, the hacker. Real name,Michael Angelo. Not all that tall,5ft 9,with thick black short hair,styled in a Mohawk.

They were under a guard until the conflict was over but Taylor also wanted to make sure they were protected from retaliation from their forces just in case. From where I was fighting, taking down easily my fifth rogue, I saw the Western warriors run into battle again, slicing through the rogues and making headway to the wolves that looked like they were clearly in charge of this attack. I did not think they were running this war but this battle would soon be over for sure. I saw hatred in the eyes of the largest rogue in the centre and he made a beeline straight for the young wolves we had in our protection. Nathan saw him advancing and buffered his force field to protect these innocent wolv

"You know that I'm really like this, don't you? I don't want to love anyone else again, especially since I have promised God that I will only love and serve one man." "What ever! Oh come on, I'll sleep because I just got back from the beach. Troy is really sad because you left so soon. He wanted to snatch you away from Zedrick but I said he has no hope for you. He will only be a cover hole if pressed.” It's still telling me a story.

Once I had nearly finished the tea, he finally asked, "Are you done?" I nodded and waited to see what else he had planned. I had not expected that I was the clown. Ivan answered every complaint with a matter-of-fact explanation and even showed me the receipt for the honey. "I clean out the refrigerator regularly. Everything in it is something you like, so you've never noticed." If our conversation had appeared in a romantic drama, I could have predicted every comment from the audience that would appear in the bullet comments. [I'm in love. I will marry this man immediately!]