Books With Tragic Heroes Novels & Stories

In other words, Osiris's death is set in the book, just like mine is. But isn't that ironic? Tragedy must befall others so that the leads can shine as heroes. But are heroes real heroes if they derail everyone else's stories for their own? His death might only be the stepping stone for the heroine, but for me... If anything happens to him, I don't think I could live with the guilt and regret. Since the day he swore his loyalty to me, I considered him as one of my people. So no. I will not allow Osiris to die whether he ends up falling in love with the heroine or not.

I, the invincible hero of a power-fantasy novel, had actually transmigrated into the role of a pathetic simp side character in a trashy romance novel. Not only had this guy hidden his identity as a wealthy heir because he liked the poor heroine, but he had also willingly let her use his money to play the rich girl while chasing the college heartthrob, Matt Calloway. Back when I was the hero of the power-fantasy story, brainless plots were one thing. But did trashy romance novels not require logic either? As I trashed the plot in my mind, a crisp female voice cut through my thoughts. "Jacob?"

Missing the semi-finals meant the hockey team would be playing without their captain, their top scorer, and their emotional anchor. And everyone knew it was because of me. "Tragic hero," Mrs. Carter droned on at the front of the room, her voice barely cutting through my thoughts. "A character of noble stature who experiences a downfall due to a fatal flaw. Usually, hubris. Pride." I kept my eyes on my notebook, but I could feel the stares burning into the side of my head. The Blackridge Buzz post was still the only thing anyone cared about. The girl who slept with both Thorpe brothers. I was a walking scandal, a cautionary tale, and a target all rolled into one.

he asked, amused. "Quite so," she answered without hesitation. "You are like one of Lord Byron's heroes." He arched a brow at her. "Aren't they all rather tragic?" "Well, yes, but only because he wrote them so. It doesn't mean a hero has to be tragic." "Don't they?" he challenged. "A good hero must sacrifice something in order to be a hero. Doesn't that by nature make them tragic?" He was surprised by how much he was enjoying sparring with her verbally, and he wondered if she could refute that argument.

I am the fire that burns enraging the wrath and vengeance that runs in my veins but there is a twist. One thing between us is that I'm not the monster everyone plays me out to be. The people who I ruthlessly and personally kill are ones that the justice was not served to. Rapists. I despise them. With my encounter but I was strong enough to fight back, but many can't and for that reason, the messy kills will only be with them. One and one of my only purposes is to protect and take payback on the ones who can’t take the revenge they desire to have. Lucky for me I have the crazy Romano gene.

His voice was blunt, raw, almost tired of the whole circus. “What the living fuck did you ever see in that person, Michi? I really want to know—because she just showed everyone here exactly what kind of lunatic’s mate she is.” The words Lunatic’s Mate made my mind drift—reminding me of a book I had once bought online from my favorite author, Meg Elly Gerena. Lunatic’s Mate. I’d devoured every chapter, especially the one where Luna Meggy stood her ground against the old Luna who only wanted power through her fated mate. That story echoed with betrayal, sabotage, and the courage it took to see through masks.

She wanted to watch her death, so she did not shut her eyes while she drove into the pole. Everyone thought it was either careless driving or maybe she lost control of the steering wheel. But only Jasmine was aware of what Marrita did. She had seen Marrita’s note. In it Marrita talked about how she was not going to enslave herself to a man she did not know and how she was going to end it in the best way known to her.

“A tragic one.” “All the memorable ones are. Orpheus and Eurydice. Romeo and Juliet. Tristan and Isolde,” he listed. “They all die tragically at the end, or they may as well when they lose the love of their life. Sentient beings can’t experience love and obsession so complete without tragedy and loss. When you love someone, heartbreak is inevitable.” Lily didn’t subscribe to that idea. She believed in romance, in happily ever afters. She might not have experienced her own yet, but she had to believe there was a happily ever after somewhere out there, waiting for her. Otherwise, Anthony

She tilted her chin to the piece of paper in Ace's hold, "That's a piece of my journal." "Oh, trust me it didn't disrupt anything." She smiled and walked closer, "glad to hear that," she eyed the name inscribed on the tombstone, "Death is really something else, huh? Losing someone dear feels like losing a big part of you and your life you never knew existed. She was a good person, wasn't she?" She quickly turned to Ace who nodded sadly. "Funny how the world is: the bad prevail and the good perish."

He almost stepped forward but then hesitated. I got into the car without another glance. Wealth, however great, was fleeting without true competence. I recognized that the beggar was Daniel. But so what? We were strangers now.