Heroes Never Fade Novels & Stories

"You've earned your fate. You're reborn. You know the full extent of what they did to me. Yet you still defend them." He shook his head, his gaze landing on a nearby painting. It depicted a distorted, puppet-like figure with a twisted face. He recognized himself. His voice trembled, breaking. "You hate me this deeply?" "Yes, a hatred so profound I wish you'd pay with your life," I replied firmly. He collapsed, his strength draining away. Before he left, he cast me one final, lingering look. I closed my eyes, refusing to meet it. ... On New Year's Eve, an event shook the city.

She was feeling dizzy and her throat was parched dry. She heard the footsteps of someone entering the room. She tried to see. The man came towards her. ‘Hi, Aditi... How are you?’ he asked. She tried to focus her eyes. She was shocked to see him. ‘Aditi... Do you recognise me?’ the man asked her. ‘Kanav,’ she whispered in a hoarse voice. ‘Right, Aditi... But I don’t like this name at all. I have changed my name to Flash. It’s the name of the hero in a Hollywood movie. Do you like my new name?’ Kanav said with sarcasm.

Another video went viral too, and it showed a few rescuers trying to save the people trapped in the hotel before being washed away by the floods. I was just feeling sorry for the people involved and lamenting the unpredictability of life when I noticed that a few of my old classmates had sent me a number of text messages. "Cassidy? I heard that you were vacationing in Montville and that there's a flood there. Are you okay?" "Cassie? Why aren't you responding on WhatsApp? You blocked Randell, didn't you? He's been trying to contact you." "Cassie, Randell has been trying to find you. He can't call you either. Are you still in Montville?"

I whispered, the words tasting like ash. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see their faces. I released the golden light. It was a soft, warm wave, a final mercy that felt like a betrayal. When the light faded and I opened my eyes, the space in front of me was empty. Five piles of fine white ash were all that remained of five heroes.

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.'

They glanced at each other in confusion. "Wait, are you talking about.....Faye?" I glanced at TJ angrily when he mentioned her name. "Yeah. I don't know if you guys have noticed, she's changed. A lot." Luke chuckled. "Of course we noticed, everyone else did too. We're not blind to see, that she's fading into you." I perked up in my sitting position when I heard what TJ just said. "What?" "She's becoming like you. Badass, cold attitude, teasing you with Fitzroy. Just like you man."

He asked and I immediately stood up stepping away from him. "I got a call from daddy dearest saying you won the most epic fight in the history of the underworld, so here I am!" Fiona said in a sing song voice waggling her fingers before her gaze cuts to mine, finally noticing me. "Who is this?" "Oh, never mind me." I answered waving away her question, "I was just leaving." I told her with a small smile. I turned to Nicholas who was staring at me intensity in his eyes. I wanted to stay, I wanted to ask him a million questions, I also wanted to help him treat his wounds but I knew I couldn't stay. There was no longer time.

“She loves me, and I love her. That will never change. She will be my Luna.” A flicker of hurt crossed Lila’s features, but it was quickly replaced by a steely resolve.

The moment Liam saw us, his face turned as pale as paper. Ethan, calm and confident, introduced me to everyone as his wife of two years and the rightful representative of Hurrix Corporation. The elite gathered below applauded warmly. Suddenly, a boy's voice rang out from the crowd. "Mommy!" I looked over and saw Lucas. He leaned against the edge of the stage, his eyes red-rimmed, his face filled with regret and desperation. Under everyone's attentive gaze, I simply wore a distant yet polite smile. "I'm not your mommy, kiddo. You must've got the wrong person."

Summer must have gone to her! Their faces lit up with hope again. Then, the phone rang out of nowhere. Ethan picked up, and it was their mom, Fiona, giving them an earful. "What have you three done? The Fergusons are all asking me what happened! Summer has a tumor in her brain. How could you let her go abroad all alone!" Fiona's voice filled the big, empty house from the phone speakers. The brothers could not believe their ears and yelled, "Summer has a tumor? How did we not know?"