Coloring Book Hero Novels & Stories

He says doing a salute whilst standing at attention, I burst out laughing at his antics and her joins in as he searched for books. He spared me a few glances and smiles as he searched and I stood there and watched. He had honey blonde curly hair and slightly tanned skin that went perfectly with her bright blue eyes. "I think these would be perfect for you." He hands me 2 books with a proud smile on his face. "Thank you." I tell him with a genuine smile on my face. We stood there for awhile as I checked out the books. "Hey, I wanted to-" he began to speak but was cut off by Hero.

“With this. I managed to stab it in the eye. It was very messy, blood and bits of brain everywhere. And screaming, lots of screaming. Mainly by me. So please put any romantic notions about heroes and hidden abilities back in your books where they belong. And don’t talk to anyone about it, either.” She looked disappointed. “I know how to keep a secret. Even a boring one. Are you sure you aren’t secretly super strong or anything?” “Yes, I’m sure.” Another book caught my eye, this one on sword fighting. I flicked through the pages. There were lots of diagrams of a man with a big moustache in various poses with a sword. There were a lot of complicated arrows and directions. I closed my eyes and

Matthews placated “That’s more like it. Now talk to me Steph” James said I watched on in amusement as Stephanie took her time to talk just to rile James and everyone in the room up. Seeing as they were all just as interested to know how her training went. “Well for starters, you are looking at the new gamma of alpha Chaos and I have a tattoo to show my status” Stephanie spilled with excitement as she pushed the shirt on her shoulder to show off the rank tattoo which made up of the Chaos family emblem with three moons with a star on top of each of them. And some strange writings under the whole thing.

The cover of the third book was a silent declaration of victory. Where the previous ones had carried dark and uncertain tones, this one displayed a watercolor in golds and deep blues—colors that evoked sunrises over the ocean, promises kept, and horizons that had finally revealed themselves within reach. The title, engraved in handwritten letters like an intimate confession, was simple and revolutionary: “To Live.”

I unfolded it with the care one might give to a centuries-old relic. On the white surface, vibrant crayon strokes formed three stick figures. They were disproportionate and messy, but the intent was devastatingly clear. On the left was a tall man in a charcoal shirt—Gareth’s favorite color. On the right was a woman with long black hair and a green dress—the exact outfit I’d worn when we went to the bookstore last week. And in the middle, a small girl with pigtails held both their hands, anchoring them together. At the bottom, written in large, shaky block letters, was a single word: US.

NYU was my ticket to that world. I was deep into shading when it happened. Some guy—tall, built like a wall—brushed past me way too close. My pencil skidded across the page, leaving a ugly streak right through the fountain. “Hey!” I yelped, looking up. And then… whoa.

“Super Ella?” He nodded enthusiastically. “She’s my hero.” The smile slowly disappeared from my face. “Your hero?” “Uh-huh.” “Why?” He looked at me like the answer should’ve been obvious. “Because heroes help people.” I swallowed. “She helps me when I’m sad.” Another crayon scribble. “She makes grilled cheese dinosaurs.” A second scribble. “She reads funny voices.” Another. “She never gets mad when I ask too many questions.” He looked down at the drawing for a second before adding quietly,

"LOL! Look at how dumb and stupid Cassidy is! To think that she even pretended to buy a flight ticket out of the country! Too bad—Randy immediately saw through her and canceled it at once! LOL!" "Yes! See, that's what happens when you see an evil character act up, but they only end up getting caught and put in their place! She thought she could get Randy to stay with her and maybe even chase after her by purposely buying a flight ticket overseas, but look! LOL, she's just overthinking things!" "I saw that Randy was already about to turn on flight mode and board his flight, but look at what he did? He even transferred out all of the money in the card to stop Cassidy from messing things up! LO

A space hero, all bold limbs and impossible flight, soaring through a galaxy that looked like it had been invented by someone who still believed in wonder. My throat tightened immediately. Leo. It had to be Leo. Probably dropped during the meeting, or while he’d been tugging on Aria’s hand, or while everyone had been pretending the world wasn’t burning. I smoothed the paper carefully with my thumb. The crayon marks were uneven. The hero’s cape looked like it had been drawn by a tiny hand that knew what bravery should look like but not yet how to make it perfect. I stared at it for a long time. Something in my chest cracked open.

I entered the library, picked up some books at random, and chose a seat at the end so that I could more freely pay attention to Siska, who was selecting books on the shelves. Isn't it weird? Siska is introverted; she is a bookworm, but why does she paint her nails and make nail art? I know from Tiana that nail art is not cheap. Does she have multiple personalities? Ah, that's possible; I've read a book about it. Multiple personalities. Maybe it was her alter ego that made the nail art? Ah, why did I think so far? "You can read it?" said someone who immediately broke my reverie. I turned towards the sound and found the librarian standing not far from me.