X Heroes Novels & Stories

She snarled at him. In a mild way it was true. Suzanne O'Izzy was just an average kid, a clumsy kinda girl with big dreams. She wants to be the hero everyone looks up to so badly. Luckily in her country, Herotapolis, there was an organization, Hero League, that could make her dream come true but first she and the others who are vying to be heroes have to go through a test known as the Thriox which consists of three tests. Oral, written and field.

Captain Hiragi trains us himself. When we headed to the back of the camp where we train, the others were already there. There are only four of us- me, Marco, Josaiah, and Xy. I’m a marksman. I use an electrified steel bow that generates its own steel charged arrows. Marco Kleighs is an assassin. He uses daggers that poison the blood of the flesh it is pierced or slashed on. Even the smallest and slightest of cuts can kill the person in a matter of seconds. Josaiah Solace is the warrior, the fighter who has the best combat skills in the squad. He carries laser induced plasma twin blades that shade the color emerald. Xy Caurus is the creator or the inventor. He runs the ground game- creating

Hugo was not mine to protect, not mine in general. “What would you have done to him if he was a Factor?” Byron eyed me. “Done exactly what they did in the story. Forced him to tell us where their hideout was and taken it down. The Factors were a danger to our species, but we don’t even know if the story is real. It was just something our parents told us as kids.” I nodded, still watching the interaction of the girl and Hugo. Jace nudged me gently and I tore my eyes away from them. He and I shared a look of uncertainty before he returned to his lunch. He knew something was wrong, but I wasn't at liberty to share with him.

Five people were there trying to fight their way through the horde of infected. There was a black guy with a submachine gun shooting sporadically at the horde and two other guys each armed with a pistol. A woman was there also trying to protect her kid from getting hurt. He looks just like the age of my daughter, probably nine or ten years of age. He's crying and holding tightly to the woman and I could guess she's his mother.

I know he can feel against my body. “Now is not the time, Hound. We have people to kill,” I remind him, looking around from the building’s stilts we are currently hiding behind. I look around to spot Hellfire setting another house on fire with his metamour, Fae. Hellfire is coach Lucifer Malkin, Ali’s older adopted brother. Fae is Jaxson’s little brother, Owen Brooks. They are both in a throuple with Remington Watkins, Ali’s sister-in-law.

Harbingers, divine ones, with a number enough to make up a small army, were bombarding the planet’s shields. “Ko'vren, switch to assault mode.” X finally spoke as he tapped a circular orb at the centre of the command deck. A hologram appeared, showing all the harbingers and the gentry defenders. He turned to me. “Take the wheel”, he said as he stood up and went to the door. “I need you to draw their attention while I kill them off with the annihilation spell.” He touched his chest and an emerald glow surrounded him. “Seriously man, can’t I get to fight one of them?” I sit in the chair and lock on to them. “They’re rare, you know.” X's eyes glowed as his hair turned pure white. I’m never tel

Is he a part of the Mafia or what? How can someone has brutal as this still exist. Jail he should to to jail. Fuck am calling the police. God......look at that body.... The chest which stood like an holy ground where I won't mind offering a prayer, then the v-line on his hips, just like a call of duty. A duty that would make you want to rip off his towel and show what's hidden behind to the world. Right in front of me is Xavier, well not just Xavier, a naked Xavier.

“A doorway. Nothing more.” My breath catches. Because for the first time, I see it. This isn’t Brad. Not anymore. This is something else. Something wearing him. Something using him. Something that tricked me. My voice comes out small. “What… what are you?” He steps close enough that the shadows brush my skin like cold fingers. “I am the Hallow,” he whispers. “And you, Jason, are a pawn who mistook himself for a king.” My blood runs cold. He knows. He knows I thought killing Brad would make me powerful. He knows I believed the lies. He knows I was used. And he enjoys it.

Alaric stood at the edge of the field, arms crossed. His gaze swept over every pair of fighters with cold precision. When he wasn't speaking, his entire presence radiated the kind of Alpha dominance that made everyone tense on instinct. This was Alaric. The hero of the entire werewolf world. The legendary Alpha who'd risen to godlike status in the Vampire War. Every pack revered him. Every enemy retreated at the sound of his name. But my second look landed on his arm. Alaric wore a long-sleeved training shirt. When he raised his right hand to adjust a warrior's stance, his sleeve shifted slightly, revealing a small patch of skin on the inside of his forearm.

A cute voice asked. “Because she is the only female warrior of the Xenakis tribe, she’s the leader’s daughter!” The redheaded girl explained. “Woah!!!” They all exclaimed at the revelation. Apparently, most of them had neither seen nor heard of her before. The redheaded girl nodded in affirmation. “So I heard that Alpha Russe’s charm had made her infatuated with him.” She whispered again. “Eishh! Doesn’t she have her own mate? Or is she the legendary mate-less warrior from our history classes?” The fat boy commented with clear sarcasm in his voice.