Even Heroes Have The Right To Bleed Novels & Stories

"Now I'm finally seeing what he tried to tell me that day. We need good doctors, and we have some very good ones working desperately to save the lives of our heroes as I speak. But we Will always need men and women with courage and skill; trained in combat and prepared to protect us from harm. Mitchell Kays is such a man. If he doesn't survive this attack, I may not either.” "Highland blood lies in pools on the gym floor. This is a small hospital, short on the needed supplies for an emergency of this magnitude. They're accepting blood donations at the Wellness Center at the Highland Mall right now. I'm appealing to the Highland Nation to join me in donating blood to help save our wounded her

“You can’t protect her forever, Maddox. She belongs to us.” Nova’s cry snapped sharp. “I belong to no one!” “Shut up, Nova!” Blade barked. “Don’t give him a reason!” The leader laughed, dark and cold. “She already is the reason.” I rose just enough to snap a shot—dropped one Outrider. Another came forward, unfazed, like they were machines. Blade growled. “They don’t flinch. They don’t run. Who the hell fights like this?” “Dead men walking,” I spat. “They’ve already chosen how they go out.”

The one who was resistant even when I tried to stay far away. I faced the elders. “Why is no one getting him to the doctor?” I asked. “He is dying. Please help. Someone, help him!” I cried but they didn’t make a move. Instead, they exchanged glances. “If you have forgotten, he is an alpha and has a top notch healing ability.…if he survives the blood loss.” No, I don’t believe them. I know about the healing ability of alphas, but this looked different. The knife was still in his stomach, but he was bleeding badly. He was losing a lot of blood.

They should have. A tremendous burden lifted off his chest when he thought of how Mija always helped the helpless. If there was any other way..... He pressed the heel of his palms, massaging his eyes. There wasn't. Noah was cornering him. Succeeding at it. Why must evil be perfect? Why can't evil be the martyr? Only one of them was going to live. Whoever dies, becomes the hero. The one surviving, let's just say all bets are off.

Within minutes, we were overrun. Hammer went down. Victoria took a round to the shoulder. Albert was beaten nearly unconscious protecting me. One by one, the Vipers fell until only I remained standing, surrounded by enemies and the bodies of people who died for my pride. The lead node approached. Removed his helmet. Derek's face, scarred but alive, networked consciousness behind his eyes. "It is over, Eva. You lost. Everyone lost. X wins. Evolution wins. The future wins." Derek raised his weapon. "Any last words before motorcycle clubs officially become extinct?"

Just a gnawing irritation, a deep-seated disgust. In the weeks that followed, I lived on that purple liquid. It was the only thing that allowed me to function, to think. But it had side effects. I became paranoid, hostile. A stranger to myself. Then the attack came. I frowned, ordering my first-line warriors to handle it. "We already did," Liam reported, his voice low. "Casualties are heavy." "What?" I snapped my head up. "Impossible." We hadn't lost a battle in years. "Our healers can't keep up," Liam admitted. "Without the Luna's high-grade serums, our warriors don't recover."

“In real life, when you are fighting your enemies, there are no rules you follow. You follow your instincts. That’s what’s going to happen here.” I let the words sink in. “You can’t kill anyone,” I add evenly. “But this doesn’t mean there won’t be injuries.” A ripple moves through the group. Not fear. Excitement. They are not babies. If they get hurt, they will heal. Bruises fade. Cuts close. Bones mend faster for us than for humans. Pain is a teacher. I stop in front of Kylie. “Understood?” I ask the room. “Yes,” they respond in scattered voices.

Without warning, a large pillow flew straight toward her face. The hit landed perfectly, as though "Radwa" had spent the entire night training for target practice. "What did you expect from me? Who's your brother, anyway? Nader! You idiot! You scared the life out of me. My knees practically gave out!" "Laila" muttered the words while trying to catch her breath after the unexpected attack. Her laughter had turned into a mixture of excitement and nervousness as she slowly wiped her face, as though checking whether it had survived the assault.

Hero stood on the other side, a machine gun in one hand, he shot a few men down, seemingly amused. “Hero!” Noah said, knocking down a soldier with his elbow. He noted that his friend wasn’t alone. After Hero emerged, Merrick and Oswald followed. Each had his aura protecting him from the raining bullets. As others got into the picture, the bullets were more determined to take them out. “How is it on the other side?” Noah asked. Hero jumped on a soldier, snapping his arm right off his shoulder, then turned and said. “Not as easy as we have hoped.”

On the third night after Seraphina Vale—the academy's most envied beauty—took her own life, a blood ledger appeared out of nowhere in the abandoned chapel of St. Ophelia's Academy. Rumor had it that if you left a blood print on it, the ledger would grant your deepest wish. At first, nobody bought such a ridiculous story. Until Vivian Cross—all two hundred and twenty pounds of her—shakily made her choice: beauty. She dropped the weight overnight. Her features turned so delicate people couldn't look away. Just like that, she became the academy's new obsession. After that, no one called the blood ledger bad luck anymore. Dorian Blackwood chose his future, and the Black Council's recommendation