I Couldn't Become A Hero Novels & Stories

He complied without question. Emberlyn's gaze shifted to the distant horizon, a wistful expression crossing her features. "Well, you see, my siblings... they all achieved A-rank status, excelling in their hero careers. But me? I've always fallen short of their expectations. Despite my training from a young age, I never quite reached their level of skill and achievement. I guess my father is never going to acknowledge unless I do something worthwhile in this hero stuff, so that's how I ended up here doing this hero thing," Keagan listened intently, he sensed the weight of her words. "But you're here, fighting as a hero. That counts for something, doesn't it?"

"You look like the strongest person I know." The sincerity in his voice made my throat close up. I'd spent so many years thinking of myself as broken, damaged, not quite enough. Hearing him describe me like I was something precious instead of something that needed fixing... "Don't," I said quietly. "Don't what?" "Look at me like that. Like I'm some kind of hero. I was terrified the entire time." His hands stilled on my shoulder. "You think heroes don't get scared?" "Heroes don't spend half the fight wanting to run away."

Their beautiful smiles and their tragic end. "In that rage, that pain and suffering, I learnt one thing. Nobody, not even a knight in a shining suit would come to my rescue. I needed to be my own hero and put down the one thing that haunts me, that made my life miserable, My Father." I stared straight into his eyes which twitched. "To defeat a monster, I became one." I heaved a sigh. "And even after I killed him, I couldn't stop being a monster. You know why?"

I get paid each time I fight and the best part of the deal is, I get to hit as many people as I want without worrying about any rules. That was how I found myself working for Rocky. He helps me and in return, I bring in money for him. After my meltdown in front of Abigail yesterday, I decided to call Rocky to set me up for a fight. I needed not to feel anything. I wanted to feel numb and pounding someone with my fist was my cure. Even though, I was set up against 'The Butcher.' Biggest guy I've ever seen in my life.

She questioned in an airy otherworldly voice. Why should he tell her? He had no reason to confess to the little creature. But her big blue eyes searched him curiously, and he found himself rambling. “My bride has gone off to danger, and I can’t help her. We fought, but- what is really wrong is this form that I am trapped in. It’s holding me back, keeping me from being the hero I am. I can’t do anything right because I am a monster!” He finished his rant with a whine.

Step by step, they make a road. My hand found the strap of my bag. I had people who noticed. All I needed to do was find a way to get what I wanted. The rest would take time. I would keep the files moving. I would keep writing the short, solid notes that made sense. I would let small wins stack like bricks. Joan had called me her hero. That stayed with me. I did not want to be a hero. I wanted to be steady. Still, it made me want to keep going. I wanted to be a hero for my mom.

If I was going to survive, if I was going to protect the people I cared about, I needed to become stronger. Elena's voice echoed in my mind, her teasing words from the day before bringing a faint smile to my lips. "Don't let them turn you into a statue, Kiara. You're still you, no matter what they say." I held on to that thought as Yuva and Layla helped me prepare for the day. I wasn't just a goddess or a symbol of hope for this kingdom. I was still me—Kiara—and I wasn't about to lose myself in the process of becoming something more.

I paused, not wanting to say the words. "Because what?" I bit my lips. "I need your help." "You need my help?" It felt like a weakness to admit that. Heck, my mother already drilled into my head in my months of training of how heroic it was to get things done on my own. I wish I could actually do this without anyone's help, but with the way things were going, I strongly doubted that. It was quite comical how I had come here to kill the prince, and now I had somehow gotten roped into murders and strange houses. I needed all the help I could get, so I can finish this and finally focus on what brought me here. It could be that easy, right?

Mom is one of the most famous reporters in the country. She exposes all kinds of wrongdoing, and the public hails her as a champion of justice. What she doesn't know is that while she's out fighting for other people, I'm being viciously bullied at school. When I finally work up the courage to ask her for help, she gives me a disgusted look and tells me to quit being so dramatic. Eventually, my bullies beat me to death and bury my body in a reeking drainage ditch. When my body is finally dug up, Mom is the reporter sent to cover the scene.

"I will help you any way I can. All you need to do is open yourself up to me." "Why me?" Lily blurted out. "Why do I have to be the one to go through all of this?" Tears stung her eyes. "I just wanted to live happily alongside Jayce and raise our children together." She wiped her eyes. "I never asked to be a hero or a savior. I just..." She let out a shaky breath.