Mock Heroic Novels & Stories

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

"You're pretty handy with a gun too." "Sometimes, the skill of learning how to protect yourself, just comes naturally." "Like the skill of learning how to be a hero." He opened his mouth to say something but I beat him to it and then I picked up the gun, aimed, "Don't answer that. You're already a hero, Mason King. Everyone who works to help the citizens of their country is." ...then fired. Once again, I didn't miss the shot. ~*~ Anna.

Sharon Hiding. Behind a computer.” “No. Not hiding. Sacrificing. You’re not a coward. I know that you know you’re facing this head-on. You don’t want justice for them; you want it for all the victims in the world and the many people out there who have been wronged and forced into a life they didn’t choose. You’re not just doing it for granny or yourself. You’re doing it for them. For the people that you don’t even know. That’s heroic. I think the brain, they say, is most impressionable before age twenty-two, so if you were going to go bad, then you’d have gone bad already. You chose the other path. It’s a harder path. The hardest. To be kind and good.”

Hulk charged at me and a smile broke out of my face. People knew not to do that but his size had misled him and it would be his last mistake. Just as he got to me, I swiftly kicked his legs which sent him crashing to the hard floor with a loud thud. Loud cheers erupted from the crowd at this. He made to stand up but I delivered another hard kick to his rib cage, putting all of my anger into that single kick. I heard the sound of cracked bones and it was soothing. Just as I was about to repeat the motion, he held on to my leg and flipped me and I landed on the ground.

Mom knew all about my failed trip with Randell to Montville and how he had abandoned me all alone and helpless there, taking away all my money and leaving me penniless so I couldn't even find another hotel if I wanted to. She also knew that I was verbally harassed and probably nearly assaulted by an Uber driver there. On top of that, she was also aware that I would have been trapped in the Montville floods had I stayed there just a moment longer if I wasn't able to catch the flight to Merunica. Mom was best friends with Randell's mom, Hilary Jacobson, and she had also apologized profusely to Mom before for this incident, so Mom decided to just let it be for Hilary's sake.

He risk his life for something he had no knowledge. Becker trusted Cook and Rios. They appeared good men just as he was. They had suffered a great deal in their ways of life. Life tossed its animosity, resentment, anger at healthy individuals. Life blamed them for the appropriate actions they performed. It seemed to Becker’s life turned ungrateful for what he experienced. And that include fighting the bad guys, dusting them out, saving the country. They did it with virtue. Despite the trauma, the purgatory, the pain they had passed through, they felt they remained heroes. Someday someone would soon realize that.

Soft and persuasive, persistent, compelling. Miah knew she should obey Alexander. She dissolved into a fine mist, and moved farther away from the combatants. She had never seen anything as terrifying as the rogue. He exuded evil, yet Alexander stood calmly, tall and straight, unbelievably beautiful in his light and truth. She saw him as an angel with a sword, a dark guardian of the gate, a defender of those less powerful. He took her breath away. And she was truly proud of him. Proud of his decision to make the sacrifices that he had.

"I just hope he stays down, t'll be too dangerous for Dora to go stronger than that if he's that weak, might really kill'm." They were about to leave, but someone was shaking slightly. “Is that… Is that really?” Hope whispered, then took a breath and screamed. "THAT'S WHAT YOU CALL A HERO?! A HERO NEVER STAY DOWN!!!" He shouted so loudly that everyone shook. "Oi? Hope who are you cheerin' for?" "I'm sorry, my lady, but this is a personal matter... HEY! LEON!!! YOU SAID YOU WANT TO FIGHT TO SAVE THE WORLD, YOU HAVE THE HEART OF A TRUE HERO, SO STAND UP! DON’T LET HIM WIN!”

So much was riding on today, and if he wins this award, it will be the start of us officially for the world to see, and I couldn't wait. "For his role as Liam Chester, the supporting husband to Actress Michelle Williams, The Best Actor award goes to Luke Higgins!" The host announced with a smile. Immediately, I jumped from the couch, and the bowl of popcorn fell onto the floor, but I didn't care and was just too happy to mind about something like that at the moment. Luke was the Best Actor! His dreams were finally coming true! And as his girlfriend and biggest fan, I couldn't be any more proud of him.

"Mateo, listen to me. Our father, Damian Cruz, loved us more than anything. He built a good life for us. But he discovered something terrible. He found out that the people he thought he could trust—some people in our own family—were hurting others, doing dark things with their power and their money." She kept her voice low, intimate. "Your father was strong. Stronger than anyone. He chose to fight them. He chose to expose the truth, even though he knew it was dangerous." "Did he fight them with guns?" "He fought them with courage," Ariella answered, putting her hand gently on the sketchbook. "He fought them with truth. He stood up and he said, 'No more lies.' He fought for people he didn't e