Lone Hero Novels & Stories

“Look, I appreciate your effort, I really do, but I want to be alone.” “You don’t have to be alone.” “I do. We have had a lot of fun but this thing between us isn’t going to work.” She stiffened, her head tilting just a little as she looked at me. “What?” “I was fooling myself. I’m not the guy you think I am. I’m a loner. The only person who has really ever understood who I was and how I was was Kade. Kade got it. He didn’t push and he didn’t try to smother me with attention and affection. He left me alone. That’s what I want. It’s what I have always wanted. I wasn’t born to be the other half to a whole. I’m a lone rider. I always have been, and I always will be.”

My fingers lit with flame. “Who are you?” I demanded. He didn’t answer right away. He walked through the paused battlefield like he owned it. Like time was his pet and war his playground. And maybe it was. “Isn’t it obvious?” he finally said. “I’m the one you’ve been waiting to fight. The shadow behind your losses. The hand behind your grief.” “You’re Viktor.” He bowed slightly. “And you are exactly as they said you’d be. Fire and storm. Beautiful rage.”

He's walking with his tail in between his legs. "He just needs a home," She replies with a large smile. "And hopefully that's ours." Ours. She said our home. Damn that makes me feel fucking ecstatic. A stupid grin comes to my face as we walk with the worker towards one of the rooms. Ashlynn has a small skip in her step as we walk and I'm starting to think the dog is more for her than Lily, but I'm not going to say anything. "Alright so this is Loki, he's only three," the worker says as he closes the door behind him. "He's a silver lab, and this is as big as he'll get. He can get scared by large crowds of people, but we've learned he warms up quickly."

Surrounded by others, and staff in closer quarters. An older couple stands behind us in line, and behind them I can see shoes of another lone man. We pay and take our tickets to the bench with us, where we wait a half hour for the train. At the sound of it's whistle, Chey and I heft our luggage up and join the line to board. Motion from the corner of my eye catches my attention, and I turn to stare over my shoulder into the face of the man who stole my wallet. He grins, bashful, and his large warm eyes meet mine. He is handsome, yet average, only his eyes and presence feel inhuman.

Yara told everyone all is safe now and they were all back in a flash. I turned to look at Eivin and he was shaking his head and chuckling. I said, "What's so funny?" He said, "Luna, you fascinate me. I have never seen a she-wolf handle things the way you do. You are a complete and total badass when you want to be, but you can also be so diplomatic." I said, "I said, "I would lose the element of surprise if I was a badass all the time." He laughed and said, "You are correct on that."

Sure, he was incredibly well built and handsome, but my Chris was also well built and handsome in a normal, no, in a human way, because he was just a normal human. He didn't need supernatural werewolf height or muscles to make handsome, he was the perfect human man with his dirty blonde hair and sky blue eyes. He kept himself fit and in shape because as an incredibly brilliant and talented doctor, he knew that having good health was important. His six pack abs, firm pecs and biceps proved that. Though I'm sure he's shaking his head at me now, watching me destroy my liver as I consumed copious amounts of alcohol daily. But he's not here to stop me, and if he were I wouldn't need to drown out

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.

"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.” "As crude as it may be to say that, what made your father a hero wasn't his lofty but naive ideal, neither was it his gentleness. But it was his strength. No matter what, no matter how, there was only one truth. Your father was the strongest and as such he was the representative of Justice. This is the sad truth of this world."

It felt like a phantom ship filled with dead souls was moving towards them. “The audacity of them to make us wait for so long.” Charlotte’s tone was filled with contempt. Since young, it was only ever her who made other people wait. “I hope this group of people will satisfy me. Otherwise, don’t blame me for showing them no mercy.” Behind her, a man with a one-eyed wolf head tattoo came over and said, “Young Miss, do you need me to test them later?” The man who spoke was nicknamed Lone Wolf. He was an expert fighter that the Fisher family paid good money to raise. The man’s capabilities were on par with Larry, and he was now working as Charlotte’s bodyguard.

It had gone viral and shot straight to the top of the trending list. The comment section was flooded with praise for my bravery and maternal love. "Wow, this young woman is so incredible! Where did she get that kind of strength?" "Can you believe those weren't even her biological kids?" "Their dad was off on vacation! I live in that neighborhood. It's heartbreaking!" I scrolled through several videos. All echoed similar sentiments. Some news outlets had even messaged me, asking if I would give an interview as the 'hero mom'. I chuckled quietly and continued scrolling, only to stumble upon a live stream with the headline: "Exposing the True Face of the 'Hero Mom'."