I'm Not The Hero Novels & Stories

Someone must do it. Is there anybody out there to eliminate these vermin from the world? wrong question. why shouldn’t I? if I don’t do it then who will? That’s just it: there’s no one, but I can do it. in fact, I am the only one who can do it. Even it costs me my life. The wolf inside me. I shall protect her at any cost. Because people like her are the one who are the final hope of this wretched world. I tried my best not to drag her in my fight. In my battle. I am not a hero Emmy. For fuck sake, I was not the hero for a second. Nor I thought of becoming one. I just wanted this place to a little better for you to live in.

We both were standing at the entrance door and a passer by looked at me. "Come on, Ashley! Open your eyes. He is not Nick Melberg. He is Chris Melberg, a lone Alpha werewolf who is suffering from PTSD. Nick Melberg is just an alter ego of him. He was never a real person". Her words echoed in the deep of my mind. "He was never a real person".

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.

“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?”

“Hey!” “Listen!” I raised my voice, holding his gaze. “If I get into a situation where, you know, you can’t help me out or even if you think you can do something — don’t. Just go back, alright? I’ll figure things out myself. You’ve helped me enough and if I am being honest, without your help, I wouldn’t have made it so far. So thank you.” He grabbed my upper arm. “Don’t fucking play a hero in front of me, sweet venom. I don’t like heroes. Just because my magic is weaker here doesn’t mean it’s useless. And I don’t need a woman to protect me or order me around. I’ll decide what to do or not do.”

My hands and legs were trembling of fear—of fear of something out of my control—of losing Iris—of losing the only family I had left. Iris and Frost followed. I just watched Iris and Frost engaged in an intense argument, and I couldn’t fucking talk like I lost my tongue, my voice. “And then what? You wanna be a hero, huh, twig? Well, let me spell it out for you, Iris. Heroes die. Look at the fucking world around you, no one remembers heroes anymore. No one cares! You don’t get a goddamn statue at the museum, or you won't even be remembered, and no one appreciates shits anymore. This is not a fucking fantasy that you'll get a chance to live again. Just open up your goddamn mind for a fucking s

“I don’t know, Winter. I’m not even technically a warrior, but I think they are just following orders. I think they want them to tire themselves out…” “That’s bullshit and you know it.” He sighed. “I know but...” Turning on my heel, I started heading down the street into the thick of everything. Dee chased after me, grabbing my arm and pulling me to a stop. “Winter! No!” He hissed at me. “There isn’t anything you can do! This is bad enough as it is. You don’t need to go in thinking you can save everyone! You’re not some hero!” I pulled my arm out of his grip. “I don’t think I’m some hero, Dee. I just…someone needs to do something. I don’t know why someone isn’t and I can’t just stand here an

I wonder how many times rogues who were punished for their actions only did so because they never got taught how to control it? I can’t say it’s not tempting, because it is. I’d like to be able to use this bullshit to help someone else. Maybe then this whole fucked up thing that I call my life will have been meaningful to someone. I feel Mani pull at me so I know she’s saying it already is, and I know she’s talking about Killian and Siril. My problem is that helping them come up with a plan to help others doesn’t involve me actually physically having to touch anyone or anything. I can do that from behind the curtain and no one ever has to actually see me or interact with me.

He argued as his hands brushed against my cheeks and he was warm. The only warmth I had felt all night, and I hated myself for leaning into it. "Rule number three: Never forget this is a game, don't get confused, don't think I’m your friend and don't think I’m your hero." He stressed the hero part and I rolled my eyes. I wish he could actually know how much he means nothing to me. I have never been one of those girls to fawn over him. "You’re the bad one, Jace, I’m not confused." I replied flatly and he smiled.

The class group chat kept filling with pleas for help. A photo of Chloe Smith covered in blood was being passed around, but I did not even give it a glance. In my last life, I had rushed to the hospital to save her the moment I heard the news. I never imagined that one act of kindness was the same act as signing my death warrant. This time, I would not make the same mistake!