Heroic Novels & Stories

Andrius’ heart bled. On the platform, Registus asked coldly, “Do you recognize them?” “Yes.” Andrius clenched his fist tightly, his eyes filled with a look of nostalgia. “Brogan Pratt, the victorious general of the Lycantroops. “He fought on the battlefield all his life and never lost a single battle. He infiltrated the enemy’s headquarters seven times, killing their commanders each time, and was known as the Hercules of the Lycantroops. “He was always at the frontlines, a true hero of the Lycantroops. He earned first-class merits eight times and special-class merits twice, yet he always attributed his accomplishments to others.

A male's cock sheath is his only vulnerability in dragon form. From the corner of my eye, I see Henry running and leaping over burning bodies. With a large club in his hands, he launches from the stairway and somehow manages to land on Drakon's back. It's my chance. Drakon spins and tries to dislodge him. I charge in low and avoid his tail. My forward momentum allows me to slide the last few feet to try to get under him.

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."

he sobbed into my shoulder. "Who is making you do this Bradley? Tell me and I can help you," I replied. And it's times like this where I think I would have made a better Luna then an Alpha. An Alpha is strong and protects everyone above themselves. An Alpha is a leader and knows all the right things to do to keep their people safe. An Alpha knows how to discipline those who need to be disciplined and how to show mercy to those who have done nothing wrong. An Alpha is someone the people admire, someone the people turn to at a period of crisis in the belief that their Alpha will get them out of that situation.

I took small quiet steps till my knees touched the behind of the bench he was perched upon. "Sir?", his head snapped towards me in less than a second, gorgeous silver hair wet at the ends with sweat sticking to his forehead and dragon-like eyes red with fury. His nose flared with every angry pant of his lips and puff of his chest. I kept my heart which was clenching with fear, at bay and circled the bench till I was standing right next to him.

“You want some?” “Yeah. I could use a drink.” I say. I accepted the shot glass he handed me and tapped it against his, then took a quick swig of whiskey. A small amount, but it still burned my throat and tingled in my belly. The alcohol relaxed me almost immediately. Noah, however, didn’t look the slightest bit relaxed, not even after he drank a second shot. His shoulders were set in a rigid line as he dropped their glasses in the sink. After a beat of hesitation, I wrapped my arms around him from behind and rested her head between his shoulder blades. As expected, he instantly tried to sidestep, but I held on tighter. “Would you just let me hug you? You had a crappy encounter. You need a hu

What the hell are you up to? [Let's end this now. I'll call you when I get free time. Sorry, I'm feeling sleepy now.] [H-hey,] I heard that there's a sudden changes in his voice. There's a hint of confusion in his voice, and fear at the same time making me hit my head. Argh, what am I doing? [I apologize, it just that it's already late and I think you need to sleep now. You have a training tomorrow, and you need to gain some strength.]

Sorin was stubborn as a mule and Maceo knew Sorin wasn't gonna accept anytime soon the fact that he was still hurting or more than accepting he just didn't want to show it. Maceo hoped that it wouldn't destroy Sorin. Sorin had been broken already as it was. ____________________________________________________________________ BAM! Sorin landed a perfect hit on his opponent's jaw making his opponent gush out blood from his lips. His opponent grunted as he staggered back. His opponent was stocked up, big muscles and all but in height he was almost same as Sorin, maybe even an inch smaller giving Sorin the advantage of speed and height which he was using to the fullest potential.

Hector told me that morning in training. Hector and I were gathered around by the warriors, urging us to have a second match. Hector initially refused, but after everyone chanted "Scaredy cat," he accepted. We started circling each other, and I could feel the energy radiating from Hector. He lunged at me, and I blocked him. Then I went on the offensive, and I forced him back. As we continued to fight, I could tell Hector was getting more serious. The intensity in his eyes grew, and his strikes became more precise. I could tell he was focused on more than proving himself; Hector was determined to show the other warriors that he was not a scary cat but a formidable wolf. It was clear that I ha

She guessed he had German or some other husky, tall ancestry too. He wasn’t handsome in any conventional sense, his cheekbones so pronounced they made him appear too harsh. Some might not consider him good-looking but he was quite exotically beautiful. She guessed the bone structure might be caused by whatever genetic altering had been done to him. He looked human but not quite fully so. With his hate-filled glare and the tense jaw, it gave him a snarling appearance, which he actually did the moment Ellie inched closer. The deep growl made her pause, heart pounding, and fear shot through her. He looked intensely masculine and rough, projecting how dangerous he could be. It disturbed her that