Re Hero Novels & Stories

Name: Marcus Nelle Age: 30 years old Identity: Hero HA2 Ability: Psychokinetic Additional Identity: Father of 3 little naughty children Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Almighty Heroes’ [His bulky figure and scar face scare most children that admire him but his bulky figure was also the one that can make his enemy lower on his level intimidated. He was a tough guy outside but a soft guy at children inside especially for his naughty children.] The scarred guy bio instantly pop up beside his figure with bold characters and coloured blue, no Heroes could see it, even if a Sotiras will be here, they can’t also see it as the privacy is strictly encrypted.

A martial arts practitioner one step away from the Realm of Demigod but was unexpectedly betrayed by his brother and finally perished here. Both of them read the text engraved on the wall simultaneously. The text mentioned that Blade Hero was a rare genius of the ancient martial arts world. At the tender age of twenty years old, he had gained his fame in the ancient martial arts world, his skills were peerless, and after some hard work, he figured out a method to escalate into the Realm of Demigod. When the timing was ripe, Blade Hero found himself a suitable place, ready to break through into the Realm of Demigod. So, he asked his buddy, Quinn Newman, to protect him.

A column of flames shot into the air. The fire burned everything away. … The AI-written tragedy had finally come to an end. Truth be told, I still didn't understand how I was rewarded by that eerie countdown and voice. There was no earth-shattering change. I didn't acquire a superpower. I also wasn't transported to a different world. When I regained consciousness and opened my eyes again, I realized that my "story" had been recorded in the novel that was open on my phone, sparing no details. I shared the same name as the male lead of the novel—Connor Graham.

"Fine. If this is for your revenge then I'll do anything to help. I promised you this, didn't I?" I nodded and broke the hug. Then I walked back to where I was standing. "Enzo De Luca." Leo greeted, "It is a pleasure to meet you." "Likewise." Enzo replied with a straight face. "I take it that you already know why you're here." Both Leo and Sandro replied with a 'Yes' "So, will you give us your weapons or should we look for someone else?" Alessio asked impatiently. Leo sighed before looking at me and smiled. "I will."

He is not a monster to do that! No! He is not! “Do you even know what you are saying? ” Arif scolded her. “Don't punish yourself for your brother's sin. I believe in God, he will surely do justice with me” Aliyah said walking to Simran. Aliyah was supposed to hate her, But she didn't. She tried to save Simran from her brother's wrath everytime. How can someone be so good? Ajnas was an idiot for lefting her, isn't he?

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

The caption, glowing in bold, gold letters against the blue backdrop, read: THE GHOST RETURNS: CHAMPIONSHIP RUN 2026. He was more handsome than the boy I had known,his jawline sharp, his presence more commanding even through a digital screen. He was famous. He was rich. He was the bad boy of the league, the enforcer everyone was obsessed with, and the man I had spent five years trying to forget. "We'll make it work, Valeria. I promise."

"My daughter's biological father was a war hero!" "A war hero?" Miriam blocked our path. "You say he's a hero—who's going to believe that?" She stepped closer, almost right in our faces. "I'd advise you to drop this. Save your energy and start reconsidering your options. Some schools just aren't meant for certain people." Mom's hands were shaking with rage. "What business is it of yours? What we do is our own business!" Miriam let out a scoff and brushed past us. But as her bodyguards followed, one of them deliberately shoved Mom—hard. She tumbled down the wet steps, landing in a heap on the soaked pavement.

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.