Careful Now He's A Hero Novels & Stories

"You say one word, old man, and I’ll drop you in the fire next time." King Damon’s laugh is weaker this time, but the teasing light doesn’t leave his eyes. "Noted. But seriously, Aries... thanks. For not letting me burn to a crisp." Aries huffs, looking away, ears twitching in discomfort. "Don’t mention it. Literally. If anyone finds out I’m playing hero, my reputation’s ruined." I snort internally. "Too late for that, big guy." Damon’s smirk softens into something genuine. "Your secret’s safe with me. But if you ever need a reference for your heroic deeds, let me know."

This is unbelievably shameful, I mean I could still see Asher, Elizabeth, and my father down there, I could even see Silver from here. And I'm damn sure if anyone focused well enough, they might see me too. This was too crazy and seriously dangerous, especially if we get caught. His deep voice caught my mind back to him, “Now kid, do try your best not to mourn, seeing the speaker buttons are turned right on,” his words cut my breath as I watched his arms reach forwards to tap a switch, turning it red. Wait a minute, What the hell is he thinking, turning it right on? Does he want to get us caught?

“But…” “I know what my role is, but I also know which one is yours.” His face showed a grimace of concern. “You are going to face a dangerous being directly. I can not help you in your fight, but I can take care of all this. I am an Alpha. I can do it.” “I have trust in you.” I smiled, feeling lighter. “Look.” He raised his hand, showing me what he had. “The dagger is ready for the attack. I always keep it near me.”

My will? “A quiet place,” he repeated, softer now. “Nada más (Nothing else).” But the tamales, the red thread, the book—all threads leading to a truth he wouldn’t name. I let him pull me up. The world tilted, whip welts screaming beneath wool. Dragon steadied me, his palm scorching through the cardigan. “The helmet?” He nodded at the pink helmet under his arm. “Where’s yours?” He grinned, all danger and dimples. “Heroes die pretty, princesa. I’m the storm.”

She turned to look at him, fully prepared to see a paranoid Manik who would dread her very existence but instead of a fearful look, she was met with concerned filled eyes. "Let's get you to a doctor." he took a step towards her. "and also call the cops. What even are they?" he looked past her to the two unconscious figure and then back at her, especially her neck. The scratch marks were gone. "It's... It's healed." surprised, he gently touched her neck.

It was understandable. “Hi,” I said, our lips only inches apart. *Yeah, let’s move this along,* my wolf whined. He kept chiming in here and there, not much to tell him. She laughed. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK I sighed, Troy. Leia’s grip on me tightened, her eyes grew wide. “He’s big but harmless,” I said, cocking my eyebrow. “No I’m not,” Troy said, laughing. “Not big, or not harmless,” Leia whispered. I shook my head.

"It was a nightmare out there." ​"You're home now," Vennessa murmured softly, smoothing her hand up the back of his neck, completely hiding the ache in her own heart. "The deal is secure, you're here, and everything else can wait until tomorrow. Let's just get you to bed.”

Earnest said, his voice soft, a gentle rumble against my ear, “it’s so much… easier now.” I smiled, a genuine, unforced smile that reached my eyes. “I know,” I replied. “It’s like a weight has been lifted.” He turned his head, his warm gaze meeting mine. “It’s not just about her not being here. It’s about what her being here did. It made you doubt yourself. It made you second-guess. And that wasn’t fair.” He gently stroked my cheek with his thumb. “But you’re so strong. And now, without that distraction, that… shadow… you’re shining even brighter.”

Just a blurred shape with light tracing its edges from the window. "Alaric." No more "Alpha Ashford." Just his name. "I'm here." His voice came from very close. Then he took my hand and traced a character into my palm—"here." Because he knew I might not be able to hear much longer either. "I don't want to wait anymore," I said. There were no tubes in me. The Healer had been managing the decay with periodic Wolfsbane injections. But every dose only delayed an ending that was already written.

"Tomorrow, I’m going to change everything." He began to walk, his footsteps silent and deliberate, his mind already spinning with the secrets he would uncover. He was no longer the boy who stood in the center of the arena, waiting for someone else to tell him he was enough. He was a student of the shadows now, and he had a feeling that the academy was about to learn exactly what happened when you pushed someone far enough into the dark. High above, in the rafters of the main hall, a figure in a charcoal coat watched the boy walk away. The man’s obsidian eyes narrowed, a look of profound, calculated satisfaction crossing his features.