Careful Now He's A Hero Novels & Stories

They kept coming, quiet and unrelenting. “I thought I was being a hero,” he whispered. “But I was just a scared kid pretending to know what I was doing. And now someone good… someone who didn’t deserve any of this… might die because of me.” I leaned forward and gently cupped his face in my hands. His skin was clammy, the stubble on his jaw rough beneath my fingers.

"Is Daddy in danger, Mom?" I bit my lip, trying to hold back my own tears. "I don't know, Daisy. But your dad is strong, and he's doing everything he can to keep our city safe." Daniel, always the protective older brother, nodded in agreement. "Dad's a hero, right? He'll be okay." I nodded, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over. "Yes, he's a hero, and heroes always come back, right?" I gave them a reassuring smile, but I could feel the uncertainty hanging in the air.

“What front? We all know that you’re a killer! You are a werewolf amongst us who isn’t even chipped. One who was imprisoned by his own kind! No one is safe as long as the likes of you are around. For our people, I will do anything I need to do! I’m willing to protect them from you! So stop pretending to be a hero!” A soft chuckle leaves Zade, one that makes me pause and look back at him. “Hero? Who said I’m the hero? I am not Zaia Toussaint, Sebastian King, or Atticus Payne… I don’t play nice. Fuck with me and I will retaliate…” his voice is soft yet clear above all the thundering hearts, the whimpers of fear from those stuck in this room and fearing for their lives. I watch as Zade advances

"I didn’t come here to guilt you. I came here because I still care." "You came here because you hate losing." Silence fell for a second, then he exhaled hard. "I know I messed up," he said quietly. "I know I don’t deserve a second chance. But I’m not letting him hurt you too." I softened—only for a second. "You don’t get to play the hero now." "I’m not trying to. I’m just saying... be careful. Foster is still a businessman before anything else." "And you're what? A saint now?"

I asked, my voice filled with concern “He's got some broken bones and burns that should heal in a few hours. But he's unconscious right now, so I can't tell what exactly hurts or if there's anything else wrong with him." She looked up. "Your hands are burned and you're bleeding. You should shift fast.” “I would do that in a minute,” I told her. "Shift! Now!" Hero barked from behind me, his voice low and dangerous. "Don't make me say it again.”

Halo smiles warmly when the man's deep voice soothes his nerves. Lucian Slater (On Phone): For what it's worth, you're saving them boys and I can't complain. Halo Noel: I see Gael is also modest. Lucian Slater (On Phone): What do you mean? Halo's brows furrow in confusion. Halo Noel: Gael didn't tell you? Lucian Slater: I have no idea what you talkin about, Mr Noel. My boy don't hold nothin back. Halo Noel: Gael is the real hero in this story.

She instantly freed herself and ran towards her savior. The other two gestured to attack Hero, but he didn't give them the chance to do so. He swiftly gave the first guy a headbutt and kicked the third man in the abdomen. The three villains immediately left before getting beaten into a pulp. She just stood there, dumbfounded and amazed! "Are you all right, Miss?" Hero asked her, snapping her back to her senses. "Y-Yes. Thank you," she answered nervously. "Nex time, do not roam around all by yourself. You do not know this place," he told her before turning around and leaving her.

He reached out, his thumb grazing a clean spot on my forehead, his touch incredibly light, as if he were afraid I’d shatter. "I told you I’d protect you," he whispered, and for the first time, I saw a tear track through the grime on his cheek. "I failed. I was so busy feeling like a hero for fixing the photo that I didn't see the real monsters standing right in front of us."

I jumped to my feet and faced him, ready for another attack. “Not bad rookie!” I heard him jeer as he shifted back to human and walked in circles around me. “Good form, strong stance. Quick on your feet. I’m impressed.” He says with a crooked, creepy smirk. I don’t like this guy; he gives off a foul aura. Even Mystic is watching right below the surface in case he does something I can’t handle. Mystic is extremely strong and agile. If I gave her the reigns and she took over, there’s no way this d**chebag would win, but I won’t give that away just yet. Victor is the only one who I will let see our strength.

Everything personal he pressed down into a place where it could not interfere with what needed to happen because what needed to happen required the version of him that did not have personal things, that operated purely on the axis of objective and execution and the removal of every obstacle between him and the objective. He had been this version of himself his entire life. He had never had a reason to be grateful for it until now. “Rafe,” he said. Rafe looked up from the phone. “Webb will contact us,” Tim said. “When he does I take the call personally. Nobody else.” “Understood,” Rafe said. “And Rafe.” Tim looked at him steadily. “Daniel is not hurt. Webb is too careful for that. He needs Da