My Hero One Shot Novels & Stories

Nero, Sarah, and Jonah hold Heros with Alfhild, while Jo guards the exit. Without saying anything, Gemma threw her best shot at Heros’ face. Gemma had been wanting to do this for a long time. Gemma didn’t expect that Heros could dodge her attacks so fast. Heros ducked and tripped over Gemma’s leg, making Gemma nearly fall to her knees. But Gemma didn’t lose that easily. There was a gunshot. Sarah’s Alfhild almost hit Heros’ arm, but Heros could dodge again. All this time Gemma had always judged Heros as someone who couldn’t fight, but it turned out that she was wrong.

News really have its way to fly and spread like a wildfire. Hero suddenly shifted his grip on my wrist to a wrap on my shoulder, pulling me closer to his chest. Dazed of how he protects Alyana, I looked up at him, his gaze pasted to everyone was so plain, I can't even read any emotion on them. "They are asshole---" "Shhh, they're here" Hero gave them a threatening look which, in an instant, suppressed the talking. Notice that shift of attitude? Fantastic! Note the sarcasm, please.

"Come on hero, let's not waste time. She's quite tired and she would like to come home, won't you?" "Not even in your dreams," I hissed and before I could count till ten, the fight began. All I could hear was the loud booming of the gun firing and the bullet richocheting from the surface of the cars since we were shooting from behind the protective body of a car and they from behind another car. The team was unequal and unfair. Ethan had one man along with him as well as Donny who continued to shoot even in his injured state. While here, only Noah had a gun and could actually oppose them. "Amelia, carefully go back to your house and hide," Noah bellowed and I shook my head frantically.

Everyone turned toward me. I looked down, dazed. Warm blood was streaming down my legs. My pants were soaked in red. The bleeding wouldn’t stop. I was bleeding from the abortion. A sharp pain tore through my abdomen like a blade. My vision dimmed. Just before I passed out, I heard Charlie’s panicked voice shouting my name. "Isabel…!"

I smacked the pilot on the head and led him to join the others. "Hero, you're the man!" Tutu offered me his closed fist and we bumped knuckles. "How are you guys?" I crouched near my wounded colleagues on the ground. "Shit, Breno, when we practiced this at the station, I never thought it would actually happen, much less that I'd be the one taking the bullet," one of them complained and I laughed. "Think positive, at least it wasn't in the head," I laughed. "Hero, this one here, there's no hope. He's gone belly up!" Tutu pointed at the criminal I'd hit. "But look at this, perfect shot to the jugular! What did they do in your surgery, install a laser sight?"

His grip tightened slightly as the instinct surfaced. He could end this. Heart Seeker. Homing Strike. Echo Shot. Stack them. One shot. Done. The thought came easily, almost too easily, and for a moment he held the draw as if he might commit to it. Then he eased the tension slightly instead of releasing. No. Not here. That shot had a cost, and it wasn’t a small one. One hour cooldown. One chance. And this fight, for all its pressure, wasn’t the one that mattered most.

Enzo’s eyes went wide, pleading and begging me to spare him. “I’ll count to six and each time I will shoot if you’re lucky and you talk before the bullet gets fired then you get to keep your unborn children if not good for me I don’t have to worry about killing mini Enzo’s” I say nonchalantly. “One” I say sitting cross-legged. “Boss please” he whimpers crying as snorts run down his nose. “Wrong answer” I say pulling the trigger. Lucky for him his balls are still safe. “Two” I continue not wasting any more time.

, Gee slightly grins as Sky sat beside her. "Aaah Sky meet everybody", she states pointing at each one of them. One of the guys stood between them. "Hey cutie Sky ain't everybody. Am Frank or you can call me the cutest guy at this party", As he spoke he ran his hands through his hair. His chest was out as he had unbuttoned his shirt revealing his muscular body. He lifted his chin more as he stared at her intensely. She stared at him as her eyes widened a bit. Through her look, he could tell that she was surprised with how he approached her.

Burney had never made it past a smattering of fluff. "Where's your car?" he asked as soon as he was satisfied I wasn't a Taken. "Gone. We were attacked a few miles back. The others are dead." "Anyone taken?" I shook my head. "All dead." "Do you have any weapons on you?" "No." He ran his curious eyes over me again and nodded. He picked up his his hand held radio. "Hawkeye Bravo, this is Alpha One." "Alpha One, Hawkeye Bravo receiving. Go Ahead."

I will not give up on that photo. I huff out a war cry as I lower my head and I charge the man like a bull. I hear him huff, almost in annoyance as I connect with his stomach and he falls backwards, me tumbling with him. We land with me straddling him and he seizes my wrists. His dark eyes are rimmed with red and his face is tense with threat of violence. I try with everything in me to fight him, but I can't free my arms. His gripe is iron, unnatural. I growl in fury, and part humiliation as I fling my leg up over him to try to scrape his shin or knee him between his legs. He pushes from the ground and flips us over, my back chiding hard with the pavement as I hoist my legs up and bury them