We Can Be Heroes Wild Card Novels & Stories

“But they don’t know that we are now one. Dante, if they take city hall, the state government will send the National Guard. Blackwater will cease to be our refuge.” “We will not allow them to enter the heart of the city,” Dante declared, mounting his motorcycle as Helena climbed on the back, holding his waist with absolute firmness. “Leather Wolves! Tonight we decide whether Blackwater remains ours or if our legacy dies here. Protect the civilians, but show no mercy to the invaders. The forest demands blood, and we will deliver it!”

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

A cold draft fluttered over my bare skin when he whipped back the covers. A chill that was quickly alleviated by his hand on my stomach. He spread his fingers wide, covering all of my lower tummy, and leaned up to me. “I never wanted to be a hero until I met you. You’re mine, Brenda, and this is my baby. Do you get that? Mine. Both of you. That means you’re mine to love, mine to protect, and mine to look after. If I want to do it, I’m going to, no matter what you say. I can’t imagine it being any other way and it never will be.”

“Maybe you’re right. I should have been more understanding about how you feel, and I’m sorry I didn’t. I know you’re mad at me right now, and I promise I will make it up to you. Please call me as soon as possible. PS- I am worried about you. I love you, baby.” Ram read the message one more time before pressing send. He tried calling one of her guards again, but just like before, his calls went straight to voicemail. The meeting with their partners went well. Honey had done an excellent job, and Ram couldn’t help but think that he had made the right decision in giving her the chance to start building another empire. “To the success of our new business.” Honey raised a glass of wine and offere

Holding her young shoulders with his hands on both sides, he answered her question softly. “Yes Erica, not only have you met some Heroes, you also have them in your life. Your Mum who seems to have sacrificed everything for you is one of the Heroes and your brother who stood up to me the first day we met and whom I am sure will always love and protect his sister, is another hero you have in your life. With all these, why else would you be searching for another hero in your life sweetheart? Some of us don’t even have one in our lives, we had to be our own heroes from a tender age.” The man finished softly and I could feel the emotions behind his words.

"I've got nothing better to do. Might as well go out swinging." All eyes turned to the twins. They had their silent conversation, then Willow spoke. "We've spent twenty rounds playing this game, doing whatever it took to survive. Backstabbing. Abandoning people. Being selfish." She looked at Walter. "Maybe it's time we try being something else." "Heroes get killed," Walter said. "So do cowards," Willow countered. "At least heroes die for something." Walter was quiet for a long moment. Then he sighed. "Fine. But I want it on record that this is a terrible idea."

“Mama! Uncle Jake says Grandpa was a hero who fought bad guys!” “He was. A real hero.” “Like superheroes?” “Better. Because he was real. Heroes don’t need capes or powers. They just need courage to speak truth when everyone wants silence.” “Was you a hero too?” “I don’t know. I just did what I thought was right. Sometimes that means fighting. Sometimes it means building. Sometimes it just means loving your family fiercely enough to survive impossible things.” “I want to be hero,” Emma declared. “Then be kind. Be brave. Tell truth even when it’s hard. Stand up for people who can’t stand up for themselves. That’s what real heroes do.”

The Killground is the site of the annual Wilder Games, a thirty day event where condemned humans are loosed into the wild to survive, or be hunted. Each of the five chosen Warlords receives a hunting token. If they catch a tribute, they may claim them, body, blood, and soul, or kill them. If a tribute survives all thirty days, they win their freedom and are marked by the Wilds as untouchable. Those who win become legends. Few ever do. MAGIC, BLOODLINES & BREEDING RITES In the Wilds, magic is sacred and bloodlines are power. The beast kings and their Warlords rely on witches and wildborn females to continue their bloodlines. Some females are chosen as sacred mates, bound by blood and spirit.

Cade said to her and I turned to look at Kaitlyn and Adam who hadn't said anything yet. “What if we offer a suspension from the Luna Strike game. At least for this season, that way it will be shown that we have the pack’s interest at heart because I'm certain they will say that it's her witch heritage that gave her an advantage. At the same time we can keep an eye on her so that she is not targeted for bullying. Rich kids are assholes,” Kai said with a shoulder shrug. Adam nodded

These are definitely being worn only once. After I am done getting ready, I am handed some Hennessy. “You guys are my rocks. I could not have done this without you two. I wish Lucas was here with us now. I would have a complete team. He is up there smiling and watching us with our wolf girl magic. Tonight, is about us and becoming a team to bring our pack further into greatness. I love you guys. Sierra, Storm, and I cheers as our lives will be changing after tonight.