Mock Heroic Epic Novels & Stories

He asked and I immediately stood up stepping away from him. "I got a call from daddy dearest saying you won the most epic fight in the history of the underworld, so here I am!" Fiona said in a sing song voice waggling her fingers before her gaze cuts to mine, finally noticing me. "Who is this?" "Oh, never mind me." I answered waving away her question, "I was just leaving." I told her with a small smile. I turned to Nicholas who was staring at me intensity in his eyes. I wanted to stay, I wanted to ask him a million questions, I also wanted to help him treat his wounds but I knew I couldn't stay. There was no longer time.

This was a lose-lose situation. If I said I liked it, Sean would think I was greedy and that I was working with Steve. If I said I didn't like it, I would seem fake. Caleb analyzed the situation quickly. 'Say that you're not worthy of it. Make it sound like you're beneath everyone else.' I bit my lower lip and gently shook my head. "It's too valuable." My voice was soft. It carried a hint of humility and fear. "I-I'm just someone who's here to give you children. I'm not worthy of something this precious."

I am the fire that burns enraging the wrath and vengeance that runs in my veins but there is a twist. One thing between us is that I'm not the monster everyone plays me out to be. The people who I ruthlessly and personally kill are ones that the justice was not served to. Rapists. I despise them. With my encounter but I was strong enough to fight back, but many can't and for that reason, the messy kills will only be with them. One and one of my only purposes is to protect and take payback on the ones who can’t take the revenge they desire to have. Lucky for me I have the crazy Romano gene.

"You're Jason Leigh, right? Human resources informed me that you're only a high school graduate. Do you really understand all this?" "I used to be a mercenary," I corrected him in a calm but clear voice. Tony was taken aback, but he quickly laughed out loud. His laugh was so loud that it echoed throughout the workshop. The people standing next to him laughed along. "What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?"

But whoever challenges the Alpha's Beta to a point of death, only challenge the Alpha himself. Hercules isn't someone to mess with. He had never been beaten in a war floor, main reason he was called the Alpha of Alpha's.

“These three phrases will be the foundation of your character. Always remember them, no matter your position in the future. They’ll serve as the beacons in your path forward, guiding you to eternity. Go forth, Jerome.” The words reverberated in Jerome’s ears. Adrian patted his shoulder once again and said, “Walk down your path with your head high and your heart right. A true hero is strong, reliable, and morally upright in their decisions. Your aspirations, beliefs, and courage will resonate with you, and you can only become a dominant force after acquiring these things.” He gave Jerome’s shoulder a squeeze before standing up and walking away. Jerome thought about Adrian’s words and felt the

, Hercules roared, Mike, Josh, and Macro were sacred, their expression can speak the truth. " Please, Hercules! spare our life !! ", they begged. " Spare you !! ", Hercules motioned his men to free them. " Run as far as you can ", Hercules roared. "Hercules stop your madness ! ", Avni begged, it was so nausea. " No, it will not !! ", Hercules roared and chopped their limbs of Macro in a swift motion, Macro fell to the floor but he was still dragging himself on the ground, " Hercules please ! spare my life ! please don't ", he joined her hand and before he could beg for mercy Hercules raised his sword and chopped his body into two pieces.

"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."

Now, everything was ruined. "Dr. Randall," the general's voice came through my headset. I looked over at him. His face was grim, and his eyes held a mix of grief, anger, and deep self-reproach. "I am Kaeden George from the Military Prosecutor's Office. Professor Ellis… was my mentor." He paused, his throat tightening. "He taught me physics for four years. On the very last day before the college entrance exam, he told our class that this country needs people who carry guns, but it also needs people who build them.

Murphy pulled back instantly from her, holding her hand gently and taking it off from her face, her eyes held tenaciously while locking her gaze at her, speaking rigidly in a loud voice, "THERE IS NO ELYSIUM FOR THOSE WHO DIE COWARDLY! NO ELYSIUM FOR US EVEN! IT'S FOR HEROES! WHO DEFY THEIR FATES, AND DON'T SURRENDER! IT'S NOT FOR COWARDS LIKE YOU AND ME!".