Vainglory Heroes Novels & Stories

I guess their rivalry isn’t as trivial as people portrayed it to be. “Was he that intriguing?” The question came out of nowhere, and his low tone and hesitation said a lot more than his words, but I needed to hear him ask again to grasp the context. “What do you mean?” In that moment, the door clicked open, with two men walking in on a leather jacket, two able-bodied men. They seemed like bodyguards or gangsters, somewhat in that field, and it was clear when they came closer with the star logo on the chest side of their jacket. That is the logo of the investigators.

Yet, an elder behind suddenly shouted, “Keep her alive, Mr. Summers!” Tyr changed the trajectory of his blade to Viper’s wrist. Blood spurted out of her wrists as Viper’s hands were stripped of their movements by Tyr. They were followed by the ankles, for which Viper immediately collapsed onto the ground. Her feet’ tendons were sliced in half by Tyr. A few villagers ran forward and captured Viper with their blades placed on her neck. “Thank you for your help, Mr. Summers and Ms. Labelle.” Both Tyr and Xyris were the heroes of this battle. Without them, Viper and Toad would have massacred all villagers that came.

The rabbitwoman behind him, seeing this, took out one of her daggers and muttered something before she slowly vanished. It was the unique magic of her race. A magic mainly used to escape danger, but she changed it and used it offensively. Once the stalemate between the shield warrior and Sol ended, Sol, contrary to their expectations, didn't continue fighting. He simply sighed a little as he began to speak. "An Assassin, a Tank, an Archer, and a Damage dealer. This is really a standard party. Well, If you had a healer that would be even better. Still, I must admit that I am really impressed."

“Our winners: Bennik. Auren. Riven. Kael. Velwyn. Royce. Tarin. Tharix. Commander Hartfell. Captain Aryanna.” The crowd whooped and stomped their feet. My mates stood with pride, each of them catching my eye like they needed the reminder I already knew, they were mine, and gods, they were glorious. I continued. “And fifteen more of you, our rising leaders: Soren Blackvale, Mira Duskbane, Garrick Stormfang, Elira Moonglade, Daxen Ironsong, Lyra Thornewood, Veyra Silverbranch, Kaelen Frostbloom, Torin Greymark, Selene Ashwhisper, Corin Emberveil, Marra Willowstride, Fenric Shadowden, Isolde Brightfang, and Korrin Stoneclaw.”

T W O Divine Victory’s Return Meanwhile Druenn wasn't the only one getting himself into trouble the five heroes, Krona Overa, Gravland Petture, Lengolassa Beechwood, Warren Anguish and Shreftwood Swiftrunner formed a circle around each other facing outward, Shreftwood locked eyes with Terribor Strife who stood by his throne within the mess hall of Reinhold. Cloaked and masked men flooded the shadows of the hall, their eyes sweeping over the enemy.

A few kilometers from the former war site, there are thousands of tents used for camping by Borlal's troops. In that camp there were already more than a hundred thousand warriors led by 3 heroes. They are Amura the spear hero, Yusagi the shield hero and Kawa the bow and arrow hero. "Sir, the reconnaissance troop has returned," said one of the soldiers to Amura the spear hero who was in the big tent. "Send them in!" Amura tidied up the books and letters he was reading on his desk.

There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them. He wasn’t the only one who possessed unnatural abilities. There was a female warrior in his pack that was known as Nightingale. She was extremely agile with swift reflexes that were almost invisible to the naked eye. Aside from her, there was Phantom. I didn’t know the ranks of the pack members, but each member had skills that were just as strong as their Alpha. Phantom could move so fast that some believed he could teleport and he was more dangerous than Shadowstrike. Phantom was a known killer and was on the top of the wanted list for not only werewolves but al

"No. 6, the perfect strategist who has not been hurt even once in all of his past missions. The Genius Prince from the Land of Perfumes, alias: Vartyss" A lad with glasses and a refined body under his sweaty casual wear greets the camera with a smile. Then he turns back and puts his virtual chess piece to checkmate his opponent on the AB Ring’s hologram board. On his shoulder was a barbell. "Strong as a rock, fast as a thunderbolt. Alias: Tim and alias: Thwar, brothers from the realm of the Vikings. The record holder for clearing 47 Knight-level missions equally, which is the most among any trainee, follows as joint No.4!"