I Need A Hero Novelas e Histórias

Prologue Grey If you are looking for a flawless male character, this is not for you. I repeat this is not for you. If you are looking for that dashing, successful, Romantic, loving, handsome, and perfect man, I am not the one. I am far from being perfect. And if you're thinking I'm going to be somehow redeemed by some woman, sorry not sorry to burst your bubble. I am not redeemable.

They earned nothing except pain. Broken hearted. Cheated. Fell out of love. Toxic relationship. However, I want to take risk and live by my name. Athena the goddess of wisdom and war. Along with fear of getting hurt and broken is the hope that maybe the world with its viciousness and cruelness, a little kindness might overthrow it.

They are a fact. "I need my Aurora back."

We needed all the help we could get on such short notice and I knew exactly who to call. With a determination to win. I take out my necklace and whisper one word. “Hades”

It wasn’t enough. Desperation clawed at me, sinking deep into my bones. I needed someone, someone who could fix this. I couldn’t stand there, useless, while they tried and failed to save her. There was only one person I knew who might have the answers I needed, the power to save her. The prophetess.

"Please don't hurt me!" "Don't worry, I will not," he replied. "I'm here for an important reason." "What is it?" I halted and grasped the straps of my backpack. "Do you want to be a hero? Do you want to help those innocent people from the bad ones who are oppressing them?" He inquired. Hero? Can I protect others from the bad guys? "Are you joking?" "Do I look like I'm joking?" He stared at me, and I saw the seriousness in his eyes. He opened his palm and ordered, "Look at this. This is the power that I'm going to give you."

"So what are we going to do today? Meditation? Yoga?" "Are you really sure about this?" "I am. Besides I have nothing to lose." This is a dream come true for me. I know it sounds cliche, it sounds boring but that's what I feel. I want to be a hero. I want to be someone others need. Someone who has something to protect. "All right," He sighed, sitting across me in the vast lawn grass. "I'm glad you decided to stay but in case you change your mind I'm going to remind you, I told you I will only say that once. There's no turning back, Harper."

Now, tomorrow, forever. His. My mind processes the rest of his words and then, takes in the dark, burning intensity of his gaze. The tick of his jaw. “What do you mean by that?” I ask, drawing back, away from him. “As I said before, you don't need a hero. Or a savior. Someone who's all perfect. What you need is an anti-hero, who's dark. Someone knows you inside out. On your own, you're so fucking lost. So fucking confused. It's like you're stuck in this void space, with no place to go. No idea how to get out. I'll be your anti-hero, Titania. I'll be the one to show you the light again. To make you unclench, let go of your inhibitions and start living again like you're meant to. Maybe not for

Name: Marcus Nelle Age: 30 years old Identity: Hero HA2 Ability: Psychokinetic Additional Identity: Father of 3 little naughty children Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Almighty Heroes’ [His bulky figure and scar face scare most children that admire him but his bulky figure was also the one that can make his enemy lower on his level intimidated. He was a tough guy outside but a soft guy at children inside especially for his naughty children.] The scarred guy bio instantly pop up beside his figure with bold characters and coloured blue, no Heroes could see it, even if a Sotiras will be here, they can’t also see it as the privacy is strictly encrypted.

Yet here he stood, watching the untouchable Zekiel Gray come undone. “Hero… what I feel for her is different. It’s not like what I felt for Zayne’s mother. Maybe because Venice is here – someone I can see and touch. But I feel it in my bones… I can’t let her go.” Hero listened in stunned silence. The man who once burned cities to find Zayne’s mother was now brought to his knees by a different kind of love. “Hero, I’m begging you.” Their eyes locked, and Hero saw raw desperation in Zekiel’s gaze for the first time in their decade-long friendship. “Please… find Venice. Track her down wherever she is. These games aren’t my expertise – you’re my only hope.”