Alexei Montgomery

Charlotte "Charlee-Tyre" McIntyre had lived with the dark legacy of her family's curse since birth. For 200 years, every female ancestor, including her mother and older sister, had fallen victim to it. Now, it was her turn to face the inevitable. But Charlee had other plans - she refused to die.

As a notorious celebrity, Charlee was no stranger to controversy. Her rude and reckless behavior had earned her a reputation as a supervillain, and she reveled in it. However, on her 24th birthday, a near-fatal accident changed everything. Charlee discovered she had not only cheated death but also gained extraordinary powers.

Initially, she chose to ignore her newfound abilities, but fate had other plans. Charlee found herself inexplicably drawn into a world of heroism, despite her vehement resistance. One problem: Charlee was no hero, and she had no intention of becoming one.

Valor : The Genesis

I walked through the empty halls of my Los Blancos home, soaking in the peacefulness. Outside, the city pulsed with energy, but my neighborhood was a tranquil oasis. The weather was chill - crisp, calm, and reminiscent of the Caribbean breezes I'd grown to love during my island getaways. 


But beneath the serene surface, a pang of homesickness gnawed at me. As Hector and Donnie headed out to their apartment, I settled in for a solo night. Priscilla, my housekeeper, had clocked out, and I'd dispatched my staff to my hotels, aiming to keep a low profile. 


A faint smile crossed my lips as I caught myself thinking that this solo night was actually kind of chill. And then I realized, I'd been using that word a lot lately - just like Ava, Donnie's Brazilian girlfriend. She was always throwing that word around, and I'd apparently picked up the habit. As hunger pangs struck, I grabbed a slice of the lasagna Priscilla had left in the oven and heated it up for a quick dinner. 


I devoured the leftover lasagna, the flavors dancing on my taste buds. But as I ate, a pang of restlessness settled in. I wasn't used to being alone with my thoughts. As a celebrity, my life was a constant whirlwind of attention. 


I decided to clear my head with a run. The streets of Los Blancos were always alive with energy, and the nighttime air was crisp and invigorating. But I knew I had to be careful - one misstep, and the paparazzi would be all over me. 


That's where my abilities came in. With a focus of my mind, I altered my appearance. My dark blonde hair transformed into a vibrant electric blue, and my eyes shifted to match. The disguise was perfect - no one would recognize me now. 


I slipped into a jogging outfit and hit the streets, my footsteps pounding out a rhythmic beat. The city lights blurred around me as I ran, my senses heightened. I felt alive, free from the constraints of my celebrity life. 


As I ran, I thought about getting a dog. It would be nice to have a constant companion, someone to share my life with when Hector, Donnie, and Priscilla were busy. The thought brought a smile to my face, and I picked up my pace, the wind rushing past me. 


I pounded the pavement, my feet rhythmic on the deserted streets of Los Blancos. Five minutes into my run, my instincts screamed warning. I glanced back, casual, like I was checking the time. That's when I saw him - a lone figure, lurking in the shadows. 


At first, I thought paparazzi or fanboy, but thirty minutes in, this guy was still on my tail. No camera flashes, no starstruck approach. This wasn't about a scoop or an autograph. This was something else. 


My senses went into overdrive as I veered into the park, pretending to catch my breath. The stranger followed, his eyes locked on me like a missile. I led him deeper into the park, the trees closing in around us like sentinels. 


The air was thick with tension as I teleported behind him. My fist connected with his jaw, and he crashed to the ground, out cold. I stood over him, chest heaving, my superhuman senses on high alert. 


As I searched him, a piece of paper slipped from his pocket and fluttered to the ground. I picked it up, my eyes scanning the contents. My gut twisted with a mix of surprise and unease. 


The paper was a memo from Spencebur, our rival company. The words "Project: Eclipse" were scribbled in the margin, followed by a cryptic message: "Subject located."


STRANGER DANGER