Mock Heroic Novels & Stories

"Has anyone ever told you that you deflect compliments like they're personal attacks?" That made me laugh despite myself. "Maybe once or twice." "It's endearing, actually. Modest heroes are the best kind." Her smile turned almost flirtatious. "Though I have to wonder what it would take to make you actually accept a compliment." "There you go with the hero thing again." "Because it's true." Her voice grew serious. "What you did, Hunter... it was extraordinary. And the fact that you can't see that just makes it more impressive."

“True, but this, this is not the usual work we do. This is what will draw us closer to finding the truth and seeking justice. I’m never going to hurt you, Alexa” I almost scoffed. He has hurt me countless times; he’s hurt my pride, my feelings, my dignity. I’d be a fool to even forgive him and continue having intimate feelings for him. I lay back on the chair, hoping I wasn’t being tricked. Fortunately, we stopped right before a bar. I wouldn’t exactly call it a bar. It had its own parking lot and was off the road. There were not many cars, and they had bodyguards around the building, like they were securing some treasure.

The number one healer on the server. Game ID: Miracle Hands. This time, I wore a soft, elegant French-style dress and took my seat early at a high-end restaurant. Miracle Hands turned out to be the refined type–gold-rimmed glasses, polished, dangerous in a quiet way. All it took was one sentence: "Last time in the dungeon, your positioning almost wiped the entire team. You still owe me an apology." Just like that, he willingly cut my steak for me, poured my wine–completely at my service.

"Word is he's hold up with you lot." Vector arched a brow at this news. "You mean the pissy prospect?" he asked his voice raspy from all his smoking and arguments among his ilk. "Possibly, it's a fish by the name of Darren Hiller," replied Brick unphased by Vec's sorted appearance. Vector smirked and let out a long whistle. Two of his boys brought a trembling and naked man who had been covered from head to toe in blood and bruises as a result of his venturing into Coyote territory.

His eyes glowing from blue to gold in an instant. ‘Dragon shifters are very protective of their mates, especially royal ones, and they would snap your neck if you dare pose as a threat to their mates,’ Valkerie explained and I touched Hunter’s arm. I mindlink him to back off or at least take it easy but he doesn’t budge and he refuses to back down. I sighed. Stubborn Hunter as always. Syria stood up and touched Brock shoulder, doing the same thing I did to try and calm her mate down. Only hers worked, and Brock’s eyes turned back to normal almost easily.

she said cautiously trying not to enrage him. "So do you hate me now? Or felt pity, and that's why you forgave me easily?" He asked, his words not sounding calm. "I neither hate you nor felt pity. What you did was out of emotions. The situation you was in might led to anything or something worse than you did. I don't judge you for that. I neither felt pity because you took your revenge. You made your life better on your own like every adult but it was really something courageous. And maybe the behavior you had with me or everything you did might be the consequence of your disturbed past. So I neither judged you nor felt sentimental but I felt your pain of losing your mother. Because I also l

I spat, shoving him away. Justin straightened his jacket, unfazed. “Oh, Hollis. Always the hero, aren’t you? Guns blazing, heart bleeding for the damsel in distress. But let me tell you something.” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “Heroes don’t win. They suffer. Just like you will.” Derrick, my second-in-command, shifted behind me, his rifle trained on Justin. Even Derrick, steady and unshakable, looked uneasy under the weight of Justin’s words.

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”