Heroes Never Fade Novels & Stories

Just a blurred shape with light tracing its edges from the window. "Alaric." No more "Alpha Ashford." Just his name. "I'm here." His voice came from very close. Then he took my hand and traced a character into my palm—"here." Because he knew I might not be able to hear much longer either. "I don't want to wait anymore," I said. There were no tubes in me. The Healer had been managing the decay with periodic Wolfsbane injections. But every dose only delayed an ending that was already written.

“Not yet. Not until I find her and get her back.” Work will hold me together. It always does. Numbers don’t care. Decisions don’t ask questions. Staff doesn’t notice cracks as long as you stand upright. By the time I walk into the office, the mask is in place. Andre Sebastian. Most competent. Focused. Controlled. Unreadable. No one knows I stood in a town this morning that proved, definitively, that hope is a liability. No one sees how much further I’ve fallen. And no one notices that I’m not recovering—

" Dr. Joan hesitated for a moment, before understanding dawned, and she nodded furiously. Jasmine, who was cursing Shawn out relentlessly mere minutes ago, was plunged into a pit of despair. As if she'd foreseen the miserable fate that awaited her, she collapsed, unconscious. Just then, as if realizing that justice had finally been served, Aster was finally awake.

The worst thing; no one from heaven descended to aid them this time. After a decade of hopelessness and complete surrender, Heroes rose from various origins—holding on to their own intentions. They, who dared to scream in the middle of the conjurers' blissful singing, dared to steal the scripture from the wicked creatures who were granted the power to overwrite their destinies — concluded themselves victorious thereon.

"I just hope he stays down, t'll be too dangerous for Dora to go stronger than that if he's that weak, might really kill'm." They were about to leave, but someone was shaking slightly. “Is that… Is that really?” Hope whispered, then took a breath and screamed. "THAT'S WHAT YOU CALL A HERO?! A HERO NEVER STAY DOWN!!!" He shouted so loudly that everyone shook. "Oi? Hope who are you cheerin' for?" "I'm sorry, my lady, but this is a personal matter... HEY! LEON!!! YOU SAID YOU WANT TO FIGHT TO SAVE THE WORLD, YOU HAVE THE HEART OF A TRUE HERO, SO STAND UP! DON’T LET HIM WIN!”

"No... we can't lose them!" Kael's voice trembled as he called upon his arcane powers. "Hold on! We can heal you, we can..." But the sacrifice had been made, the deed irreversible. The hero's body fell to the ground, their life force fading away. As the battle raged on, the heroes fought not only for victory but in honor of their fallen comrade.

But, this wasn't the subject right now. “Do you know what is the difference between a naive fool and a hero of justice?" She clenched her fist, a fierce expression on her face. "It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.”

I'm afraid your dad might die of a heart attack if you don't give him any calls. 'Yeah Yeah.' The conversation carried on and I fell asleep on the sofa watching Barbie of Swan Lake. it was 2 am and I woke up and headed to the underground fighting arena. God, I love beating the shit out of men. Tonight's prize was 500k for the last man standing. I entered the arena and out my name on the ballot and placed it into a box. Eventually I was called out. Fight after fight. Only meant victory after victory. 'Tonight's doghouse champion is Rosaline Danvers.'

“Welcome to the Makedon Empire. You visitors have been as some of you are no doubt aware have been enslaved by us. The lawful subjects of his Imperial Highness, Emperor Alexander IV. We are members of the Imperial central army, V Legion. You are now soldiers in the newly formed slave corps. Your job is simple. Attack and kill what we tell you to. However, for you the Imperial Emperor has given you all one divine blessing. If you fight and win ten battles. You will no longer be slaves, but free citizens of the Empire! All you have to do is survive….Your first battle will be in five days. That means we have five days to get to the bandit encampment. Now drink up and eat. We move out in two hou

Brett opened his eyes, feeling her wrist in his grip. The beads were still there, but she lay unchanged. It had all been a dream, but he felt like losing Erika once again. He clutched his chest as months of suppressed agony surged thousandfold. It was unbearable, but he knew the pain would follow him for the rest of his life. The End