Careful Now He's A Hero Novels & Stories

There was something in his gaze something intense, something that made her heart race. “Romance can wait! Come save me from your Haldi attack gang!” Manish yelled Anjali immediately stepped back his voice laughing as she untangled her bangles. If looks can kill! Our Manish would be 6ft down the ground “Duty calls, hero,” she teased and walked away without looking back, though her smile didn’t fade. Smiling Arun joined his gang! Both unaware of the storms waiting to hit them…

She hoped he didn't sense it but his hurt expression told her he did. "Not so good in lying, are you?" his voice no longer held the softness it did earlier. By now, Kelvin had stopped crying and he placed him gently in his cradle. He turned back to Jamie. It was now she noticed how exquisitely dressed up he was. She'd never seen him look so smart even when he's off to work. The scent of his cologne wafted into her nostrils and it was her favorite one of his. He was clean-cut and freshly shaved. His handsomeness screamed out to her loudly and she cursed at her vulnerability.

I snapped back, trying to push his hands away even though I was still shaking from the adrenaline. ​"You have no wolf, no healing, and you’re the most vulnerable person in this entire territory, yet you decide to play the hero for a pack that hates you," Kael said, his grip loosening just a little as he looked down at the silver letter opener still clutched in my hand.

"You are safe now" Was all she said and I don't know why I trusted her words and submitted to darkness. .......... He opens his eyes, he could do anything for her. This being nothing. How much he has changed since that day, that scared defenceless boy has grown to be this fearless warrior. And he has no one to thank except Vera. The very backbone of his existence. I won't let you down Vera. Never! And with this thought He smirks at the elder who looked down at him, and spits the blood.

Neither one says anything for a few moments and I know my mom must be asking him, in their mind link, what’s going on. “I’ll be right down. Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden, make yourselves comfortable.” She calls down, using the same formality as my father when realizing it must be something serious. As the three of us walk into the living room, I see Dax, my youngest brother and my Lead Warrior sitting in an armchair, leaning forward with his arms on his legs. He’s clearly overheard the conversation between me and our dad, and also wants to know what’s going on. “Hey, Baby Bro.” I walk over to Dax and lean down to give him a hug. He growly softly at the term of endearment, but I don’t care. He

“Of course. I’ll make the necessary arrangements.” “Excellent. I look forward to seeing you both represent our families well. Take care, Hero.” The call ended, leaving Hero with a sinking feeling. The reality of his future was becoming clearer, and the door to the life he truly wanted felt like it was shutting, one step at a time.

“He just wanted to add to his streak, like it was a game. He didn’t care about anyone’s safety. He just wanted to kill that beast and be the hero.” I paused and looked around at the dead warriors. “Things could have gone the other way,” I continued. “It could have ended really badly and maybe none of us would have made it out of here alive. Then what? Would people still call him a hero? Would you still wish you were in his shoes?” Kaden rubbed his hand over his head and let out a tired sigh. “None of that matters to anybody, Seraya,” he muttered, his voice full of frustration. “No one will see it that way and no one cares about what could have happened.”

“Because I can’t afford to pass out mid-command.” He was still in uniform, a black shirt with his sleeves rolled up very near his elbows. He also had a gun strapped to his thigh. His hair was wet from training and some of the strands had stuck on his forehead. In that moment, he didn’t look like an alpha. He looked like a soldier forced into the role of king. “You’ve been out there all night,” I said, bringing a glass of orange juice to him. “I’ve been out there because I know them, Aria. I know Herald. And I know Heraldine even better.” He glanced at me. “The silence is what makes them dangerous. They’re not just grieving. They’re planning.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” “I’ll hold you accountable.” He laughs quietly, standing. “You’re dangerous.” “I’ve learned from the best.” He buttons his shirt, straightens, and for a brief second, the morning light catches him again looking proud and confident. The Alpha everyone looks up to. “Lucian,” I call softly as he reaches the door. He pauses, glancing back. “Yeah?” “Be careful.” He gives me that half-smile, the one that never quite reaches his eyes but means everything anyway. “Always.”

My father was a hero cop, but I was a blemish to his shining resume as I was a delinquent who smoked, drank, and got into fights. Every time I tried to visit him at the precinct, he would slap me and tell me to leave in front of his colleagues. His fatherly love was all meant for Nana Smith, the daughter of his fallen comrade who was a paragon of good character and academic excellence. When Nana was kidnapped, he sent the entire city's officers after the kidnappers. When I was stabbed three times by some thugs and called him for help, he snapped at me, "Quit being a bother. The death of vermin like you is simply good riddance anyway." Even as I suffocated in agony, I lay in a pool of my