Zero To Hero Books Novels & Stories

"Wow, have you ever been a superhero? Tell me!" Tell the story? I won't! The main characters of the rescue action were Kenan and his friends, so instead of upsetting Adipati by mentioning Kenan's name, I shouldn't mention it. "What a boring story, I won't tell you!" He took a deep breath, then pulled me to sit on the sofa, and embraced me tenderly.

Nicholas said still staring at me. I wrinkled my face at him. "Really?" "What?" "That's such a cheesy line and I've read it in too many romance novels to know what it means." | said and that seemed to have Nicholas interest because he sat up from the bed. "Oh yeah, what does it mean?” Nicholas asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at his piqued interest. "The hero says something like that to the heroine and she momentarily forgets herself. Before you know it, they are making sex memories."

I gave him a weak smile, relief washing over me at the sight of him unharmed. “You did well,” the goddess murmured as she finished her healing. “Rest for a moment.” But I shook my head, urgency tightening my throat. “The book,” I said hoarsely. “The one Kia’s father mentioned. Something about a guide on how to train Kia's dormant powers. Do you know about it?” The goddess studied me for a moment before snapping her fingers. In an instant, a large, leathered book appeared in her grasp and she held it out to me.

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

Slowly, the lingering ghosts of his three years of unemployment—the polite rejections, the humiliating coldness of the Hartwell estate, the quiet self-doubt that had eroded his confidence—began to burn away, replaced by a calm, unshakable certainty. Ethan Vale wasn't broken. He wasn't useless. His worth had never been zero. Actually, that number—zero—was his worth. Not as a measure of lack, but as an ideology, a truth he hadn't yet learned to claim. He was a Zerologist in the making, though the title meant nothing to him now, a stranger's word for a stranger's future. He simply didn't know it yet. The realization waited somewhere ahead of him, patient, inevitable, ready to reshape everything

A massive ice-blue dragon roared from my staff, surging into the sky. Absolute zero. All four enemies–frozen solid in place. "Now. Kill." My voice was calm. Cold. Matthew's ADC unleashed a storm of arrows from the backline, shredding their front line in seconds. Shadow emerged from the darkness like a phantom. A flash of steel–two strikes, and their unprotected carry was gone. Under Miracle Hands's perfectly timed shields, Cedric's swordsman descended like a war god. Blade flashing–cutting through the frozen, low-health enemies one after another.

In my defence I was high off magic and power. "Maybe you should have been paying attention to where you're going," he snapped, grounding his foot to the ground. My shoulders tensed as I spotted his intention for me and a glimpse of why his girlfriend broke up with him and what he recently did to her. Yes, I acknowledge that I have a hero complex, where I like to kick assholes ass for hurting the women in their life. Maybe I just like the fact that I'm no longer the weak magicless little girl, who was bullied. Amberly Vera might have created a monster.

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

alerting everyone at the table. She had indeed changed, her skin was no longer milky white but was now pale white. The greenish-blue glow in her eyes had disappeared and was replaced with black, hollow and empty orbes. Her chubby pink cheeks were now pale and sunken. The only thing which remained alive in her was her hair, which gilttered like a starry night. Harriet realised her body temperature had also droppd to zero degrees when she touched her hand. Her warmth had faded away and was now replaced by a certain coldness which froze anyone who tried to touch her.

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.