He's A Hero Novels & Stories

"But maybe not the flying, laser-vision kind. More like people who help others when they don't have to, who do the right thing even when it's hard." "Like you!" Louis announced. "You helped me when I was sick. That makes you a hero." "I was just doing my job, sweetheart." "Nuh-uh. Dad says lots of doctors tried to help me, but you were the only one who actually figured it out. And you used magic even though it was dangerous and made you sick. That's what heroes do—they help people even when it's scary." I looked at Rivera, who was studying his coffee with intense focus, his ears slightly pink.

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

It was his heavy breathing that cut the air, and then his voice said, "I am sorry that you have to go through that, dear. Forgive me." "Please sir," "No, dear, you have no idea what I feel right now." His expressions turned paler. "You will never know." I kept my coffee aside and leaned forward. Hesitantly, I took his hand to make him feel good. "It's okay, sir. You've saved so many lives today. You are a hero." He gave a sad smile. "I am no hero, Jade. Well, you don't even know that I am the ultimate reason why those girls and you ended up in that place."

I say as I rise from the bed, fatigue hitting me hard as well as the pain in my legs "Hey, hey," he helped me sit down as I almost fell He's the one who saved me then? I broke into tears, realizing the situation ahead, "She's going to kill me," I cried to myself "It's okay, I can take you home now," he says, pulling his keys out of his pocket, "I had someone take care of your cuts everywhere," "Thank you, really." I thanked him sincerely as he bent down to pick me up, "What's your name?" I ask him

The Hunter guy spoke again, gaining my attention and I watched him pull out a small ziplock bag from his pocket which had some pills. "What is that?" I asked, eyeing him suspiciously and he just laughed at my reaction. "Relax, I am not trying to drug you or anything. This is completely safe and so much better than getting drunk." "That doesn't look safe at all." I added and tried to walk away from him but he stopped me by jumping in front of me and blocking my way. "Hold on, you can trust me, Chloe. Imagine being high and not getting any side effects of alcohol? Cool, isn't it?"

He answered taking and piece of bacon and shoving it into his mouth looking at her as if daring her to say sometime. She shook her head and went back to take the rest of the dishes and placed them on the table. There was a knock on the door and she went to open it. The first thing she saw the Niko, the Troll, she frowned looking at him. “Greetings, I assume you the queen mother or I say Luna and mother of our king.” Mercy frowned even more, who was this person? But before she could answer Niko spoke. “My name is Niko and I am the king’s helper.” Mercy nodded.

“That child. Her courage is remarkable. She’s a hero.” “Heroes sucks,” said Briane suddenly, his face looking like a blank sheet. “They always sacrifice themselves for others. And then what? They die! They haven’t even thought of the people they would left behind.” “That’s not true, Mr. George.” Mr. Heirt made his way to Briane’s stretcher, his footsteps echoing in the somber silence reigning in the tent. “If they are not to exist, the world will be in chaos, with no one to save it. They must be acknowledged. Just because they sacrifice themselves doesn’t mean they’re not thinking of those they’ll be leaving. In fact, they are the ones that prompted to fight despite knowing they’ll die.”

"Silverstin?!" Suzanne quipped, amazed. The guy that stood before them was the hero league's best student. It was rumored that he had worked for Shades for a while but his power was too much for them to contain and in order not for him to be eaten up by darkness he was sent back to the hero league since they'd assumed being around his mates would bring out his positive side. Nothing changed. He was the most popular hero. Even new born babies knew his name.

He kept entertaining me since I sat here, and he looked handsome, flirtatiously handsome. I looked at Yael and waited for him to introduce his name. To be honest, I’m utterly curious about this guy. He is the most buffed-body among their group. He is muscular, rough-looking, but so hot. Those big biceps, the way his white shirt hugged his torso, its enough to drool anyone. Including me. His aura is even breathtaking. Like a bad guy, an evil, a reaper ready to kill anyone who comes his way. It should be scary but his effect can make any woman turned on and wet.

Jake said, looking relieved and shrugging. I gasped, still open-mouthed, looking at him in amazement. I shouldn't be, but that made me a little more enchanted by him. He looked like a brave knight, ready to do justice to whoever needed it; he didn't mind using his brute strength if it was to reduce to nothing all these sons of bitches who liked to grow up against those who couldn't. For me, he became the true definition of a hero.