I Am A Hero 192 Novels & Stories

“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?”

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

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.”

For the next three days, armed with the precise itinerary provided by the scrolling comments, I began my little operation–cutting her off at every turn. Tuesday afternoon. Janet was meeting her second target. The number one assassin on the Starlight server. Game ID: Shadow. I slipped into a fitted black outfit–sleek, bold, impossible to ignore–and arrived at the lounge bar, Muse, thirty minutes early. Shadow was a silver-haired boy with a rebellious edge, the kind of untamed wildness that bled into real life.

“Harlyn” Fear clawed at my throat. His voice was strained. I wanted to rush to him, to hold him, but my legs felt frozen. “You don’t remember me, do you?” she leaned down, her face inches from his. “I remember you. The great Ethan Starrk. The last of the Primordial bloodline. So proud. So imprudent.” Etahn snarled, sweat dripping down his temple. “What are you?”

One that you can hear from the villains of every movie. “Why should I stop? You asked to be helped, and here I am helping you. Fantasy would never be your answer. Now, walk forward. You must leave this illusion…” The woman mindlessly followed what the voice said. She slowly lifted her left foot and started walking forward. She was blind on what path she was taking, but she was guided by hands that were forcefully pushing her forward. “Child! You must fight it!” The woman halted when she heard a familiar voice calling her. She looked around, but it was still pitch-black.

"Activate the Scorched-Earth plan." The voice on the other end, which belonged to his most loyal subordinate, sounded hesitant. "M-Mr. Freeman, the signal is unstable–" The call was disconnected. He immediately called the trusted aide he had planted inside the board, but a secretary's cold voice came through. "Sorry, he is currently in a meeting with Steve." The call was disconnected yet again. Finally, he called the bank manager in Ravendale, but all he heard was an emotionless robotic voice. "Your security authorization has been revoked."

“I’ll let you know after I talk to them. See you both later, alright? The guards we have outside are Macky, Uly, Erica, and Kat. Just let them know what you need. Or you can call or text me. Bye now!” While handing out instructions, Hero gives each of his parents a quick peck on the forehead. He then grabs his leather jacket and small signature backpack then brings out his mobile. Soon, he was already on his way out, making a call to the limo driver as he rushes down the corridor to the main entrance. +++++++++++++++++++ Lyra’s smile upon reading Hero’s message was truly sincere. Right now, his encouragement is all the help she needed. Hey, if you ever need anything too, just tell me alright

Hero seriously asked with his eyes all to Shasha. "Locate me? Why?" Shasha suddenly felt scared. "Dad sent some people to find you, I did also after I normalized myself. They searched the whole city and town where you are and also the neighboring cities," Hero said still staring at Shasha immensely. "I was in Amadore city in one of its town. They can not recognized me maybe because I cut my hair so short and put big moles on my face. So they are looking at someone with my old pics," she seriously blurted out but smiled.

I hit the Bluetooth and listen to the phone ring, a male answers, “Crescent Moon, this is Jackson, how can I help you?” I clear my throat, “Former Alpha Braddock there?” I listen as he places the phone down and yells out, “Dad it’s for you.” I wait and listen as heavy foot falls hit the flooring and a deep baritone voice speaks, “this is Braddock.” I gulp down the lump that’s just formed in my throat, “Hello sir, my name is Alpha Christov,” a growl erupts from his throat and then silence, “you still there?” He grunts, “what do you want Alpha Christov?”