Hero Fiction Novels & Stories

"But it's precisely this decision of his that will thoroughly destroy the rest of poor Evie's life!" "It's okay. It's fine. This is just a typical romance novel with a love triangle. If Randy hadn't failed to rush back in time, or if he hadn't been separated from Evie, causing her to get married off to someone else, the later parts where he studied hard for Evie and finally crushed Cassidy under his feet wouldn't happen." "I know it's like that, but still, Cassidy is being too ruthless. Who does she think she is? Why is Evie's life ruined forever because of her? I'm so upset I'm going to cry!"

and if you’re really doing this for her, don’t ever expect anything in return. Finally decided, Hero looks up at Lyra's condo building one more time then leads his motorbike to the building just next to it. He disappears into the underground parking area, reappears at the front desk, gets greeted by the lone guard sitting behind the desk, then finally enters the elevator. The condo unit he enters was obviously newly cleaned. Hero smiles at the fresh smells and neat dustless interior. He was about to take a bath but he realizes that Lyra’s scent was still on his chest, shirt, arms…

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

Jo muttered in disbelief, to which Servant quickly agreed. “He’s facing death. One shot in the chest.” The waiter pointed to the bullet hole in his body, right in the chest, in his expensive-looking gray shirt. What is Heros doing in Fiend? Could it be that he escaped here for being a fugitive for the tragedy at King’s Door? But why did he go to the city like this? “You know who killed them? What were their characteristics like?” asked Jo again. Heros shook his head and winced at the pain. “I don’t know … people dressed in black. Someone escaped. I didn’t really pay much attention. We Archturians are not used to dealing with human life unless it has something to do with our enemy.”

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.”

"Wow, have you ever been a superhero? Tell me!" Tell the story? I won't! The main characters of the rescue action were Kenan and his friends, so instead of upsetting Adipati by mentioning Kenan's name, I shouldn't mention it. "What a boring story, I won't tell you!" He took a deep breath, then pulled me to sit on the sofa, and embraced me tenderly.

He glanced at me questioningly, but all I could do was shrug and apologize again, on behalf of my drunken friend. “I guess she had a little too much to drink,” I whispered. He laughed. “A little?” Julie tapped him. “Are you Prince Charming?” “What?” he replied, turning the key in the ignition, “because I helped bandage you up?” “Are you the hot guy from the woods?” Julie asked, ignoring his question. “The hero who saved Little Red Riding Taylor from the big, bad mountain lion?”

At the Wolfen Academy’s annual ball, I stumbled upon a group of high-ranking Alphas cornering an Omega girl. They were trying to film her, to humiliate her. I stepped in. I saved her. A week later, she turned on me. She told everyone I was the one who bullied her. That I was the one blackmailing her with a video. I was taken away by the Alliance Enforcers. I lost my spot in the elite Gamma Team. The story blew up on the pack network. They even dragged my father’s name through the mud—a hero who died fighting vampires, now called a fraud. Our family lives and dies by its honor. Under the weight of it all, my mother wrote a letter. Then she killed herself on my father’s grave to prove my innoc

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?” He. They always assume I'm a man but whose to tell them that it's a woman killing multiple men and women. Pure sexism in the 21st century. As the saying goes ‘Some women fear the fire while some women simply become it’. I am the fire that burns enraging the wrath and vengeance that runs in my veins but there is a twist.

"All right, you do what you want." I stated. "What types of novels are popular?" I inquired. Because I, too, was a novel fanatic in my previous life. Only once I arrived in this world did I find them dull because I could actually experience all of the delights and aspirations described in those works. "Nowadays, stories in which the protagonist becomes a hero after being summoned to a fantastical world are popular." Henry stated. And one of his companions complained. “Huh? What are you on about? It has been a long time since the trend has ended. Right now, novels are mainly about heroes seeking vengeance after being betrayed by their companions."