Novel & Cerita X Heroes

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.

But something tells me that it's more than that. "The floor is yours." Kieran comments before grabbing a pillow off the couch and tossing it at Zander's head. Zander sits up, startled, before reaching for the pillow and chucking it at Kieran. I roll my eyes at their antics, knowing that my brothers truly have no idea what it means to be serious. I'm just glad I don't have to work with them. I can just imagine a boardroom meeting with the two of them. Zander would probably spend his time making paper footballs while Kieran made spitballs. Just the thought makes me cringe as I picture Kieran accidentally sending a large spitball to the nearby presentation screen. "Do either of you know anythin

she shouted, her voice carrying authority amidst the chaos. Xavier, his face etched with determination, lunged into battle, his strength and agility unmatched. Leina, her daggers glinting in the moonlight, fought with precision, delivering swift strikes. But their opponent possessed an overwhelming strength and speed, pushing them to their limits. It was then that a towering figure stepped forward, his presence emanating power. "I am Hyperion," he declared, his voice laced with arrogance. "An Alpha in the Lycan pack."

"Coward." Anne growled. "I dare you to say that again." "Coward. Heartless, soulless bitch. Whatcha gonna do about that?" Saira taunted. "I have Ethan's friend." Anne blurted out. "Harrison Erics." "Liar." She said. "Harry would never be so stupid as to fall into your trap." "Oh, but he did." Anne responded. "Just listen. Talk!" She yelled at someone on the other side. "Saira." Harry rasped.

At the Wolfen Academy’s annual ball, I stumbled upon a group of high-ranking Alphas cornering an Omega girl. They were trying to film her, to humiliate her. I stepped in. I saved her. A week later, she turned on me. She told everyone I was the one who bullied her. That I was the one blackmailing her with a video. I was taken away by the Alliance Enforcers. I lost my spot in the elite Gamma Team. The story blew up on the pack network. They even dragged my father’s name through the mud—a hero who died fighting vampires, now called a fraud. Our family lives and dies by its honor. Under the weight of it all, my mother wrote a letter. Then she killed herself on my father’s grave to prove my innoc

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.

his mother said, cutting through the tension I could feel building between us. I hesitated a second too long, and Ava beat me to it. “Oh, hello Ava,” Xavier said, shifting instantly as if nothing had happened like he hadn’t just thrown that comment at me. He stretched out his hand. “It’s nice to finally meet the famous Xavier,” Ava said, smirking as she shook it. “Oh, so someone has been talking about me,” he said, glancing at me briefly. The corner of his lips lifted slightly. “I hope they were good things.”