I Couldn't Become A Hero Novels & Stories

ZARA POV "Hero," I began softly, my voice close to his ear, "you truly believe that after everything I've endured here, things can simply return to how they were before? I'm sorry, but that's utter nonsense. There's no way we can pretend this never happened. This mountain, these hurtful shared experiences you put me through... they've changed me. I can't unsee what I've seen and heard, or unfeel what I've felt. I’m different now, Hero, irrevocably different.”

Phillipa My mother wasn’t just one of our pack heroes. She was my personal hero. She overcame so much before she was found. But that was also the reason I sometimes felt as though I was a failure. I hadn’t nearly overcome as much as she had. I knew my parents did everything in their power to give us and our pack a better life. They never said one unkind word to me or my brother.

"Don't you understand? What do you mean? This is my first step to realizing my dream, I'm going to become the strongest in the world! Do you know how much I've trained? I'm burning with desire!" "... It's good to be young, I suppose, but if your goal is to be the strongest, you better think of a way to hide your greatest feats. Hero Avatar, Legendary Sister, aren't You quite the protagonist?" "Hehe... Stop that, now I feel really embarrassed... What an entrance." "Indeed, but not everyone wants what is best for you, Some people would hate to see a stranger perform incredible acts, they will try to interfere with your growth, and you seem to be a very big talker so... Do me a favor."

“If you really want to help me, let us leave without your help!” I did not know what I was feeling right now when I told him without stuttering what I truly felt. Was it fury? Consternation? Despondency? Apprehension? Or rather, it was disbelief? I did not know. The feelings were too unnerving for me to portray. I was in a daze by all of this happening unbiddenly. I blinked. My eyes flared. His expression stayed as it was. “Heroes don't exist. Each person fends for themselves. There is nothing selfish about it, little bird. You've flown enough; it's time to get back to your nest.”

Doubt creeps into my mind, questioning whether I am truly capable of fulfilling this monumental task. In the quiet moments, when the weight of my responsibility becomes too much to bear, I find solace in my father's words. He reminds me that heroes are not born, but rather forged through adversity. He tells me stories of great warriors who faced insurmountable odds and emerged victorious, their unwavering determination and belief in their cause propelling them forward.

I immediately yelled as I broke free from Jake's grip. "Don't do anything stupid, Lisa," he said as he stopped. The others stopped as well, staring at me. "Listen to him," Faelan said. "There is nothing you can do at this moment. You don't even have any ability." "You're right," I said as I clenched my fists. "I don't even have any ability. But that doesn't stop me from being a hero." "You'll die if you do something stupid!" Jake said. "You won't even be able to save her."

It doesn't have to be. I did it to protect Seraphine and my family. To make sure they don't get dragged into Pappa's shitty business deals. To give them a better future. A normal life. Or at least I think that's what I'm doing. I'm trying to be the hero my fake wife and my soon-to-be divorcée stepmother think I should be. As they say, “You either die a hero or live long enough to become the villain.” I've tried going down that path. It's just not who I am. I can't be one of the villains. Turns out I still have a soul, despite everything.

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

He had been the one to stand for someone else. Does that make me a hero? Ginika shook his head with disgust. He hated that word with a passion. Everything about the word made him sick. If his father had not tried to play a hero in trying to save his mother, perhaps he would still be alive. But his father had been brave and had confronted the taskmaster. If the brave always dies and the cowards always tell their tale, what then is the essence of being brave?

I couldn't even help myself, how can I save my people? I want to help them but even I couldn't help myself in this situation. I was trained. I skipped playing and just focused on studying and training again and again and now, I don't know anymore already. I'm so drained. But it's not the time to feel hopeless, I have to fight back. Not by force but by my wits.