I Couldn't Become A Hero Novels & Stories

My book. That one hit me different. I just sat there staring at it, her words hammering at all the walls I’d built around myself. She didn’t stop there. Carolina never stopped when she was on a roll. Carolina 🐱 Destiny Guide (accept no substitutes): You know what heroes do? They trip, they fall, they get back up anyway. They burn pancakes and still try again. (Yes, still thinking about your pancakes.) Heroes aren’t perfect. They’re stubborn. That’s you.

"I'm not trying to be a hero. I just don't want anyone to get hurt." “I’m going to jump.” she said

"You are being childish, Erina. I want the old Erina back! The one who is understanding that doesn't make a fuss over a small thing." Clenching both of my hands, I stand up from the seat, giving him a death glare. "I am sorry that I am no longer the Erina you wanted, but remember, you made me like this. You turned me into a person you wish you didn't have, Jericho!" His complexion changed after I said those words out loud. I know my voice was laced with venom, and I wanted him to know that he messed with the wrong person. But, why am I so worked up to this?

"I know I have no right to ask you for anything. I just want to know one thing. If I had not done what I did, could I have become someone like you?" I looked at her. Twenty-three. Ambitious. Afraid of being swallowed by the city. Desperate to prove she belonged. She was not born evil. That did not matter. Many people are not born cruel. They simply reach the first moment where stepping on someone would help, and they do not stop themselves. "No," I said. Her lashes trembled. "Why?" "You could become successful. You could make money. You could climb very high. But you would not become me."

Now I just feel tired. I text back: I'll be there. No enthusiasm. No political scheming, just resignation. Tomorrow I'll put on my Alpha heir face and play the part. But tonight, alone in my apartment with an empty whiskey bottle and a head full of regrets, I let myself admit the truth. I'm not the hero of this story. I never was. I'm the cautionary tale. The guy who had a chance to be better and chose to be exactly what he was raised to be—another power-hungry wolf using people for personal gain.

her voice gets more desperate, more higher with every word. “I am not your hero, you are looking in the wrong direction.” Seriously, who gave her the idea of me being anything like that? Inspired? Pft! I am a coward, running and hiding any chance I get. A moment of courage with a lifetime of anxiety makes you wonder if it's all worth it. “it doesn’t matter. I just want to be your friend. I don’t have any and you don’t need to worry about me being corrupted by the witch because I hate her.”

I listened while lounging on the sofa. “ You know,” she said pacing the floor. “you may think that this weakness defines you but it doesnt. It only makes the story better. “ I rolled my eyes. “Yu are a hero in your own unique way And in the event that you want to give up—.” I blinked slowly. “—just keep in mind that Achilles had his heel.” “Okay.” I said drily. “Not all heroes wear capes.” “Yeah. Some carry guns just like me.” I said sarcastically.

I'm supposed to just accept it and move on? After about four minutes, maybe longer, he finally speaks. I wasn't expecting him to say any of this, but then again, I don't know where he's going with this. He says, "When I was younger, I wanted to be like my father. I looked at him and I thought 'that's exactly who I want to be when I grow up'. But as the years went by, I realized that I could never be him. Or rather, the image I had of him. I was oblivious to his flaws, as all children are where adults are concerned. I thought he was a hero, he was my hero.

"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.” "As crude as it may be to say that, what made your father a hero wasn't his lofty but naive ideal, neither was it his gentleness. But it was his strength. No matter what, no matter how, there was only one truth. Your father was the strongest and as such he was the representative of Justice. This is the sad truth of this world."

I approached the edge, my heart pounding. What truth could I possibly.. No. I knew. I'd always known. "I'm terrified I'm not strong enough to save everyone," I said, the words scraping my throat raw. "Every day I'm afraid I'll fail, that people will die because I wasn't good enough, wasn't smart enough, wasn't strong enough. And I'm angry, so fucking angry, that I have to try. That this responsibility fell on me. I never wanted to be a hero. I never wanted any of this. Sometimes I hate the mate bond, hate the prophecy, hate Xavier and Theo for making me feel things that complicate everything. I wish I could just be normal and selfish and safe."