Wild Card From We Can Be Heroes Novels & Stories

Maybe tonight, surrounded by Addy and Casper, two of the few people I trusted without hesitation, that tight knot coiled around my chest would finally loosen. I didn’t want to admit it, but I needed them now more than ever. They couldn’t recover the money I’d lost, couldn’t untangle the legal nightmare looming ahead, but they could anchor me in ways that mattered just as much. I watched Addy pace the living room as she lifted her phone, already dialing. “Hey, Casper,” she said. “Macy and I were wondering if you’re free tonight. We were thinking of going clubbing… yeah, same place as last time. You in?”

“You’ll survive.” Grammy slammed her palm against the table, cutting through the banter. “Listen. This fight will not be won by species. It will be won by unity. A dragon cannot hold without a witch’s ward. A vampire cannot move in sunlight without a wolf to guard his back. You will mingle. You will fight as one. Or you will die as many.” The tent went quiet again, the weight of her words pressing into every chest. Kael, perched on Serenya’s knee, tilted his head. “That’s what W.I.L.D. means,” he piped up. “We all fight together. We all win together.”

Then we'll have a chance to find his weakness. 'What might his weakness be?' 'Money,' Lily answered immediately. 'All his money!' Caleb added calmly, 'Not just money. His empire. He has a secret offshore trust fund. That is the real core of his business empire. What we need is control of that fund.' I gasped. What kind of children were these two? 'Mommy, just do as we say,' Caleb comforted me. "First of all, you need a new phone that cannot be tracked.'

Scarlett stood by the door as the watchman while Voltaire kissed his dad and whispered he would be back before he wakes up. Along the way, Scarlett saw a car rental shop. Paid cash and gave a fake ID. She knew what to do like it was so natural. She moves like she had everything well planned and calculated. Voltaire, on the other hand, was never a problem for her. He can follow her lead with admirable speed and efficiency. He never asked, and she never had to explain so much. The two worked in a fascinating rapport. Scarlett led while Voltaire was her marine soldier. Scarlett knew where to find their enemies. She even knew the secret passages. No unnecessary talks were done during the whole m

Mom is one of the most famous reporters in the country. She exposes all kinds of wrongdoing, and the public hails her as a champion of justice. What she doesn't know is that while she's out fighting for other people, I'm being viciously bullied at school. When I finally work up the courage to ask her for help, she gives me a disgusted look and tells me to quit being so dramatic. Eventually, my bullies beat me to death and bury my body in a reeking drainage ditch. When my body is finally dug up, Mom is the reporter sent to cover the scene.

The air grew colder, the trees groaning as if in protest. “We have to do it together,” Jake said, gripping Grace’s hand tighter. “We need to let go of WildWood’s grip on us. Every single one of us.” And with that, Jake and Grace stepped into the clearing, their feet sinking into the dark soil of WildWood. The ground felt like it was pulling them in, but Jake held fast. They focused on the memories of their lives — the good things, the things that had made them who they were. Not the fear. Not the terror. They would not let the forest claim that part of them.

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.

Like he wanted me to know that he was there with me; ravishing the moment, too. I can be your hero baby I can kiss away the pain I will stand by you forever You can take my breath away You can take my breath away I can be your hero ♡♡♡♡

"Don't gamble with your life just because you're pissed at Kevin! Get rid of that thing from God knows where, now!" I looked at the screen full of warnings and replied, "You're overthinking it. I didn't fight him. Am I the type to vent with violence?" The typing indicator on her end paused for a long time before a new message popped up: "Then how, exactly, did you blow off steam last night?" I replied nonchalantly, "Let's just say... the most primal way." We both fell silent. The underground fight club was a meat grinder with no rules. It was filled with undocumented people with nowhere else to go and abandoned kids who'd been sold off.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.