Mock Heroic Novels & Stories

"You say one word, old man, and I’ll drop you in the fire next time." King Damon’s laugh is weaker this time, but the teasing light doesn’t leave his eyes. "Noted. But seriously, Aries... thanks. For not letting me burn to a crisp." Aries huffs, looking away, ears twitching in discomfort. "Don’t mention it. Literally. If anyone finds out I’m playing hero, my reputation’s ruined." I snort internally. "Too late for that, big guy." Damon’s smirk softens into something genuine. "Your secret’s safe with me. But if you ever need a reference for your heroic deeds, let me know."

I picked up my phone to see a message from the group chat Theo created for all the guys on the team. They were arguing about who would be able to nutmeg Maldini in his prime, one of the greatest defenders in football’s history. I checked my results again. I wasn’t proud of them but I know I tried. It wasn’t easy juggling school and football, I would do better. A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts and opened it to see Lucas. “Golden child, what have I done for you to honor me with your presence o great one?” I said sarcastically.

"I wouldn’t call it a setback, because we have not established a baseline for progress, but it helps us understand the severity of his condition.” Bronx takes his eyepatch off, exposing the long scar underneath. He sets it down and rubs his hands over his face. Something he only does when he’s beyond frustrated. He puts the eyepatch on before he continues. “Milo prefers to avoid conflict. Did he do what he had to do as part of our special ops unit? Yeah, but he’s not a natural sniper or weapons expert like Marco, Tyree, or Arnie. He goes through the motions with hand to hand combat and lets Reggie, James, and Archie be the experts. If you need to find a needle in a field of haystacks, Milo’s

"Monica, it was an accident… I swear I didn't mean to…" Sometimes, I truly admired Luciana's nerve. The world could burn around her, and she could still pretend she was innocent. Without a care for propriety, I stepped back before she could even touch me. "Don't touch me," I said coldly. Even as Luciana's smile faded, I didn't hold back. "And stay away from me, you filthy thing. I don't want whatever you have getting on me." Her face twisted, but before she could say a word, Jared rushed to my side as though he could still fix this with charm and lies.

“Not yet. Not until I find her and get her back.” Work will hold me together. It always does. Numbers don’t care. Decisions don’t ask questions. Staff doesn’t notice cracks as long as you stand upright. By the time I walk into the office, the mask is in place. Andre Sebastian. Most competent. Focused. Controlled. Unreadable. No one knows I stood in a town this morning that proved, definitively, that hope is a liability. No one sees how much further I’ve fallen. And no one notices that I’m not recovering—

He fell on his knees immediately and begged me. “Please Nikolai, spare my life, I beg you. I am just a mercenary, killing your brother was nothing personal, it was just a job I was paid to do. I am sure you can understand that.” He cried out. “Oh my dear Grigoriy, don't sell yourself short like that. You are no mere mercenary, what is it they call you in the underworld again? Deadshot, right? I heard you never missed a shot twice. You are a freaking Legend, man, get up now.” I said cheerfully, helping him back on his feet as my men restrained his arms.

He knew the Russian team might be incredibly upset that the Hawks had scored against them at the last second, and he knew they were mad about losing their spot in the finals, but a game of hockey shouldn't warrant this kind of literal death look. Although Julian was generally a soft, quiet boy at heart who truly disliked getting into trouble, people often forgot where he came from. Before he became a billionaire celebrity athlete, Julian had grown up in a rough, dangerous ghetto community long ago. Street survival was cooked into his bones. Hence, the moment he sensed real danger, his protective instincts kicked in instantly. His handsome face turned completely hard, rigid, and menacing. His

Then the crowd went wild again. "This is all fake! Don't believe them! They used AI to make this so they could get away with it! I never did anything like this!" Victor's face was pale, and even his lips were trembling. However, no one believed him anymore. "How can they be that disgusting? They did all this just to frame the professor?" "Professor Connor is so unlucky… He helped his own student out of kindness, but she tried to latch onto him, and then he got stuck with such a vile colleague too..."

He was done being restrained. Aaron Mortem first. The broken nose had been Honor’s work, which Gabriel respected, but the words that had preceded it were his to answer for. He watched football practice from the shadow of the bleachers, arms folded, assessing. Aaron was the quarterback — decent arm, reasonable instincts, the kind of athlete who coasted on physical gifts without ever being pushed hard enough to find out if there was anything real underneath. As a wolf he was underwhelming. The supernatural DNA was there — Gabriel could smell it, diluted and uncertain, the heritage of a rogue line that had never been properly trained. He doubted the kid could fully shift. He doubted the kid had

"Without him, I don't know what would have become of us. He has truly proven himself to be a loyal protector of our kingdom." Admittedly, I was a little thrown off. Like many Moroi, Victor wasn't typically one to brag on others. Sure, he would offer his gratitude when necessary, but it was always polite and to the point. But now, here he was sitting beside me practically kissing the ground walked on by someone I considered a stranger. A rather unpleasant one at that. "Well," I awkwardly started, "he must have great experience in defeating his enemies to have gained such success over the invaders."