My Hero Fanfic Novels & Stories

POV: DALIAH "Let me go!" I scream, my voice filled with desperation and anger, directed at whoever has a tight grip on my shoulder. As I turn to face my captor, shock courses through my veins, for it is none other than Dylan, the son of the Alpha — my secret crush and the one I was destined to be with. "You will be punished for what you've done. Do you even comprehend who Eunice is?" His fingers constrict around my neck, cutting off my air supply, and my vision blurs. "She is My Luna."

I laughed and shook my head, "It was worth it." My legs fall down as I become completely boneless and then we're a laughing mess as we struggle apart while trying to stay together at the same time. Definitely worth it, I decide, hoping Jacob felt the same way. Author note: sorry for making you wait ten years for this guys. I'll try to keep the updates more regular now.

Releasing a heavy sigh from my lips, I placed my hand on her arm, gripping it so tightly and pulling it gently from my chest. "What?" She lifted her head that was resting on my shoulder and turned to look at me. "I think that's enough now, Daciana… I'm beginning to suffocate here. Besides, the classroom isn't a romance playground!" I said, trying to make her feel the heat, trying to make her understand that I wasn't going to fall for her tricks to make me hers forever. Yes, I had planned on making her my Luna since the moon goddess Gave me someone I didn't like but trust me, that mindset was beginning to change for a reason and I wasn't sure why.

She wanted to push away those thoughts of her and try to convince herself that she was only being ridiculous. She couldn't have feelings for him. He was the Alpha and she was basically the hero. Not to mention the very clear fact that he had made to her that he wanted nothing to do with her. She was never going to fit into the dynamic that he had set across and yet here she was. It was as though there was something that had shifted between the two of them.

I agree, "but do you really think she will be happy if something serious were to happen to you just because you want to play the hero?" It was like the pot calling the kettle black. Wasn’t that exactly what I was always doing as well? Throwing myself into dangerous situations simply to ensure that Fallon was safe and able to continue to smile. "I’ll be fine," Fineon assures me, slowly uncurling himself. "This was nothing." As Fineon speaks, he falls into a coughing fit that leaves droplets of blood on his lips and chin. Shit, it seemed that he had really pushed too hard.

But if Vikrov is telling the truth now, as much as I hate to admit it, the past few weeks make a lot more sense. “So, Alpha Liam is…” “He’s your Alpha,” Vikrov replies softly. “And instead of treating me like a normal hostage, you–what, you seduced me?” I snap at Vikrov with unexpected rage. “You made me fall in love with you? For what? A tactical advantage? You–you’re a monster!” A wave of humiliation washes over me. I can’t believe I’ve fallen in love with my enemy like a fool. I thought I was better than this.

It wasn't a dream after all. The door opened and there he stood, Mario and behind him was alpha Herod in discussion with another man I didn't know. Mario's eyes widened when he saw me. His eyes roamed my body, unable to look away. I felt the heat in me as they did. I hated that he still affected me like this, I didn't want to care. I hated that I had thought about his reaction when he would see me. Alpha Herod looked up then, seeing me, his eyes didn't change from the blankness they had in them and I wondered when everything changed. When his eyes changed from love to this disconnect. Had it all been a lie?

For a heartbeat, she turned, her eyes scanning the shadows of the corridor. I held my breath, pressing myself deeper into the dark corner. She didn't see me. She let out a long, ragged sigh, gathered her skirt, and hurried down the hall toward our private suite. I remained pinned to the wall long after she was gone. My hand pressed over my own mouth to stifle the ragged, uneven intake of air. He is weak. He loves being the hero. Those words echoed through my mind, a jagged, rusted blade carving through the foundation of my entire life. Was that all I was? A prop for his pride? A fool manipulated by tears?

Mom is one of the most famous reporters in the country. She exposes all kinds of wrongdoing, and the public hails her as a champion of justice. What she doesn't know is that while she's out fighting for other people, I'm being viciously bullied at school. When I finally work up the courage to ask her for help, she gives me a disgusted look and tells me to quit being so dramatic. Eventually, my bullies beat me to death and bury my body in a reeking drainage ditch. When my body is finally dug up, Mom is the reporter sent to cover the scene.

she said, quiet but firm. I blinked. “Like what?” “Like you were mad that I cared.” I sighed, leaning back on my hands. “I wasn’t mad. I just...” She turned toward me, eyes bright despite the exhaustion. “You were jealous.” “Maybe a little,” I admitted. “It’s hard watching someone else get to be your hero.” Her face softened. “Roman, you are my hero. You don't have to fight off rogue wolves or tear open dimensions to be a hero. You stayed. You kept me breathing when I wanted to disappear.”