Mock Heroic Novels & Stories

He's brought me some kind of revenge, a revenge that I could never go through with, and for that, he may as well be a hero. Landon Kitler may have a crooked soul with twisted morals and people may fear and hate him but, what can I say, the guy's got my respect.

Daniel noted. “When you go into a fight with someone, you trust them to have your back. The Savage brothers saved both our lives more than once. And Xavier. Helick went through fire to save him. Whatever else they are doesn’t change the fact that they’re reliable. In a fight and otherwise.” Daniel nodded his agreement. “Ever thought about being a mercenary?” Zigor asked. “You offering me a job?”

They’re apprehensive after what I did with my dad’s bracelet, but they’re coming regardless. Coming to finish Alec off, and me along with him. And for what? Because we exist? I’ve never harmed anyone, and I’m sure Alec hasn’t either. Those kids in the dorms didn’t deserve what happened to them. Rage unlike any I’ve ever known floods me. It propels me forward with the gravitational force of a planet. I meet the first Silver Hunter head on, grabbing their arm and forcing them to drop their sword before I punch them in the gut.

Also the Holy knights aren’t so great to be very honest, we are just doing our jobs and helping out in any way we can ( Alex responds as he put out his hand and shook General Mulligan) GENERAL MULLIGAN : Oh come on, no need to be so modest. We have heard all about the exploits of the Great Holy knights. You all are great assets to the survival of the human race. ALEXANDER : The Apostles and Disciples are the real heroes taking on the real power houses threatening our existence. We only take out the trash which is basically not a big deal GENERAL MULLIGAN : You are truly a modest man, well then fine I shall try my best to see you as an equal. I should thank you for hearing our call and coming

, 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.

Tears ran down her cheeks in rivulets as she sobbed, "I'm just a girl from the countryside with no education. I don't understand the law like he does. I didn't know how to protect myself. I wanted to report him to the police, but Raphael threatened me. "I had no way out. I even thought about killing myself at one point, but Mr. James Lawson saved me! Mr. Lawson encouraged me to use the law as a means to protect myself. That's why I gave birth to the child. I want to use this opportunity to expose Raphael for the scum he truly is!" Every word had clearly been rehearsed. She delivered those lines with a look of fiery determination. Her resolute demeanor made it seem as though she truly was an

“You think you can hide from me?” The man in front of me—call him Jonah; the name fit—didn’t step back. He didn’t glare. He didn’t do anything that would fuel Barry’s need to escalate. He just stood there, a human rock in a season of floods. “I won’t let him take you,” he said simply, and the words landed like a gauntlet.

He seemed so secretive, but damn, he was so handsome. Keeping the phone aside, I got off the couch and looked outside through the window. The moon was shining gloriously. I looked at the peaceful sky and mumbled with a smile, "Stay happy, Lance Storm. Thank you for being my mafia rescuer." I would always pray for him because he saved me from having a traumatizing moment. Shivers ran down my spine even at the thought of what would have happened if he hadn't appeared on time. I would be lying on the cold ground, in a pool of blood—either physically dead or alive but mentally dead.

"Do you want to see?" Liv sucked in a breath before a shy smile tugged at her own lips. She nodded. Brodi stood and whipped off his mossy green henley exposing his superhero-sized chest with a large howling wolf's head covering his right pec and shoulder. When his fingers undid the button of his jeans, Liv threw a hand over her eyes. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Why are you going all Magic Mike on me?" Brodi stopped and cocked his head inquiringly at her. "Who is this Magic Mike?"

"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?"