Im Not The Hero Novels & Stories

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!

“That’s what heroes do.” That word stings more than it should. Hero. I nearly choke on it. “Is that what I am?” I whisper, almost to myself. “Of course,” she says without hesitation. “You’re not bad. You just fight bad people.” I stare at her for a second. My heart’s thudding so hard it feels like it’s trying to break out of my chest. I don’t know what to say, so I just… look. She’s so bright, so alive. A warmth I haven’t felt in years spreads somewhere deep inside me.

“Where will you go, Colin? How can you fight us all?” He was right. What was I doing playing hero? To save a girl I didn’t even like. With powers that couldn’t set fire to a fart (literally—I’d tried many, many times). I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to fight anyone, save anyone, stand up for and/or against anyone. She didn’t even deserve my help. “Is that stuff flammable?” I asked in my best I’m-not-bluffing-honest-I’m-not voice. I pointed at the lake.

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".

Luckily, we are at a party. Unnoticed, they vanished out from our side. Oh shit! I couldn't feel any tears in my eyes as if there were no more water to cry out. "Don't tell me you are going to cry from that, Dreanna? You don't even know them." "Huh?" Now, what is this guy spattering? Is he having a crack on his head? Why I couldn't read him. He changed from a total sweetheart to a deadass insensitive man. "I told you, I am Erina!" I argued.

“I was supposed to protect Julianna too… and I failed.” Ah. There it was the truth beneath the fire. “You were possessed,” I reminded him softly. “Manipulated. Injured. Fighting forces older than centuries.” He looked away, angry at himself for crying. “You didn’t fail, Scott. You survived. You protected your friends. And you melted the kingdom from ice—something no other student could have done.” He swallowed hard. “…Then why does it still feel like it wasn’t enough?” “Because heroes always see the one thing they missed not the thousand things they saved.”

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.

But, this wasn't the subject right now. “Do you know what is the difference between a naive fool and a hero of justice?" She clenched her fist, a fierce expression on her face. "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.”

“Why? Only Ronan gets to play the hero?” I held my breath at the mention of Ronan. He just called the Ronan hero. My muscles jerked. I wore a man’s disguise at the moment. So, him calling Ronan my hero was as dangerous as it sounded. I steadied my breathing, forcing the tremor from my voice. “I don’t know about him being a hero,” I said coldly, “but you definitely aren’t one.” A soft chuckle escaped his lips. Low and lazy, like he enjoyed every second of this.

"Don't you want to go forward? Otherwise, I'll just go in alone!” Key and I looked at Damian who looked at us both flatly. I just chuckled and took Key's hand and held it gently. Let me be the hero this time for Key. Even though Damian also immediately took Key's hand and held it as well. I raised my gaze to him, then sneered. “Aisss, at this rate nothing will happen. Let go of my hand, I'm not a child!"