My Hero Fanfic Novels & Stories

“I’ve never seen a more delusional person in my life. You, Killian, take the top spot.” “Watch it.” His jaw tightened. “Watch it? Do you have any idea what your friend wanted to do to me, what he would have done if you didn’t call when you did? You don't get it, do you?” I cried, my voice trembling. “I was terrified. I begged him to stop, Killian. I kept thinking this was how it was going to end for me.” I wiped my face angrily. “You don't get to play the hero after creating the nightmare in the first place.”

Both were in the same team in that match. She promised to deal with him but he did not take it seriously. They never met in a battle again. He thought at most if they met as enemies in a match, she'd probably seek to slay his hero. Who knew his punishment would be real life? This was really unexpected and it cost him his reputation and position in Mr Asher's heart. "You hold grudges..." he muttered. "Not always. Let's say that you're just unlucky. So are we good now? Or you wish to continue this zipping and padlock game?"

Her new mate stood beside her, solid and imposing, his Alpha power radiating quietly. “Sweetheart,” she said, pulling me into a hug. “You made it.” I nodded, stepping back. “So, this is Luciano, my mate and your stepdad,” Mom introduced, and with a forced smile, I acknowledged his presence. “Nice to meet you, Luciano.” Addressing him by his name and not “stepdad”, was very much intentional. “Nice to meet you too, Sloane. I’ve heard a lot of good things about you from your mom. I hope we get to spend some time together as a family.”

“You really are my hero aren’t you Aiden?” I forced myself to smile at her. “Why don’t you sleep. It’s not a long flight but I can see you are tired.” “Yeah.” Dropping her head to my shoulder she smiled sleepily. “My hero.” Instantly I felt sorry for her. Because I wasn’t a hero at all. In fact when I got her somewhere I could control , Alessia Moretti was going to find out I was her worst fucking nightmare.

He’s mine. My destined mate. My forever mate. The Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes. She chose us to be together. That should mean something… right? If only Rhunar had accepted the bond. If he saw me as more than just a friend, none of this would’ve happened. I wouldn’t be stuck in this mess, I wouldn’t have kissed Fenrik, and there wouldn’t have been a fight at Lya’s birthday. “Honey, do you want me to help you up to your room?” my mom’s voice cut through my thoughts.

When I saw him grabbing onto the edges of the sword while it cut through him, I couldn't say, but something inside me felt differently drawn to his hidden pain. “Are you alright?” I asked, swiftly ignoring his question. His eyes squinted at me. I stepped back glancing around. “Your hand needs to be treated. Is there a first aid kit somewhere?” As I turned to search for one, he grabbed my hand unexpectedly, swirling me, causing my body to slam into his own. His arms reached and circled around me and his intense gaze on me deepened, piercing right through me. He leaned in. “I am Alpha Damian. I don't need first aid treatments.”

I said, walking away from her. I didn't listen to whatever she wanted to say because I just left her, making my way to the cliff. I was going to end it all tonight. At exactly five minutes, I saw her running towards me. I felt angry at the goddess, I felt angry at Adella and I just wanted to free myself off this bond. "I… am… sorry. Am I too late?" She stuttered, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Something moved around my groin and I felt myself reacting to her.

In the book, the hero starts off dirt poor, then builds a business empire from scratch and falls for the heroine at first sight. When I arrived in this world, the two hadn’t met yet. Shawn was still a struggling young man. But I didn't feel like waiting. If it was supposed to be love at first sight, why not get ahead of the script? I went straight to his shabby rental and glued myself to him like a persistent barnacle. I ordered him around with all the confidence of someone who believed they had main-character immunity. I even shoved him onto his bed, and when his eyes turned red and he said he hated me, I thought it was kink.

I knew how it looked on people. I wanted to see more of it on her. “I want her broken,” I whispered. “I want her on her knees, begging. Not smiling over chicken and fries with him.” Raphael. My jaw clenched. Of all people, it had to be him. The boy who liked to play the hero. The one who dared to stand between me and my enemy. Ragnar growled again, louder this time. But it was not anger at her. It was something else. Something sharp and jealous.

Victorious. He raises his chin, surveying the battlefield, and his eyes which are piercing ice-blue, scan over the remaining Dravens. They roar their approval, rallying behind him, howls and engine revs colliding into a deafening symphony. And then his gaze catches mine. Across all the chaos, through smoke and flashing lights, our eyes lock and something inside me snaps. Something primal. Heat scorches my veins, my skin tingles, and my chest tightens as if something inside me is being pulled taut. Recognition. Fury. Desire. All tangled in one impossible knot.