My Father's A Hero Novels & Stories

They are too powerful. On the other hand, my father is an ambitious man with his own plans for us - plans that keep my eyes open at night the moment I allow them freedom in my head. I wasn’t supposed to; my heart was supposed to remain a rock, but it couldn’t. So I let him in, and now dread fills my heart as judgment day creeps closer. My father is hailed as a hero for standing up for what was right and saving the kingdoms from ruin. But he’s no hero. He’s just a power-hungry wolf that will stop at nothing to get what he wants.

“But since you’re a father, I’ll give you some advice, not as an Alpha, but as a man who also has a daughter.” He turned his head slightly, meeting Darious’ eyes. “Fathers are supposed to be their daughters’ first heroes. While you—you became a villain in her story. Yet she still came to save you, in a way a son never would have. And even though it’s too damn late, at least you’ve realized what kind of monster you’ve been.”

Gage Bloodshed. Death. Destruction. This was my family's legacy and nothing I want to have anything to do with. Try telling that to my father, the patriarch; formidable and considered one of the most dangerous men in America. I used to adore him when I was a kid, following him around as if he were a rock star, my hero. Then I found out the truth.

My thoughts pushed away by my father worried voice, “Sweetheart. Are you okay ??. Have you got injured anywhere ??” I nodded blissfully and replied to my father in jovial tone, “Appa, I'm perfectly fine. This hero caught me at the right time, so I did not get any injuries. And he looks like a hero. Much handsome. My hero.” I pointed my hands towards him and whispered last few sentences and looked at him idolizing who is standing little away from me. My father patted his shoulder and told him,

"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."

" I was to stun to speak, but he understood. " It Was a long time ago. My father and he fight together in the great war , when werewolfs and Dragons were enemies. My father got bid by a venomous Alpha wolf . Your grandfather, knowing that my dad had a pregnant wife back home and his own children were adults, he used or better to say transferred his power into my father to heal him. Left as a practically human being in a supernatural war he didn't last long. My father and his men tried to cover him as good as possible, but he got killed in the end. So if you ever need us, just call. I will do everything to help, its all I can do. Lorentzo Clarke is a hero to me, always was." After he told me

It was like my father wanted me to find this photo here. I had a sudden burst of determination and decided. My dad's my hero - I'd do as he did. I would seek Sean Collins, the Special Forces warrior elite, and uncover the secrets he held. It was something there I could have sworn. I couldn’t explain, but it was a leap of faith, a decision I made driven by a mix of curiosity, longing, and the need for my revenge.

“To protect me. To give me a life without wondering why I wasn’t good enough for you.” His mouth opened, but I lifted a hand. I needed to say this. I had to say it. “Do you know what it’s like to grow up believing your father was a hero?” My voice wavered. “Do you know what it’s like to picture a man in uniform, dying bravely for his family, while the truth is that he just… walked away?” “I never wanted you to think-” “I don’t care what you wanted.” His breath hitched.

And let the future take its course. That was my father's word. His way of motivating us. Himself and everyone around him. It makes tears spring to my eyes when I think of that man I always called my hero. He was my hero until Richard came along, and I fell hard for him. It brings my mind back to another word of his. 'When a man loves a woman, he will do everything humanly possible to chase after, win, love, and make her happy. That was how your mother became mine forever to keep, till death.’

One of them will tell me what actually happened one of these days. "We're here, sir," the driver said and I turned from my father who was telling me of one of his encounters with a brain tumor patient. I could see why he had so much pride in what he did, he keeps saving lives every day. With the little I have heard, I have come to the conclusion that doctors are heroes. I finally tore my eyes from my father to look at where we were. My eyes widened at the large building in front of us. I was forced to ask my father without looking at him as I was enthralled by the building,