Natural Born Heroes Novels & Stories

Her words only deepened the frown on my face. She kept rambling about how I looked so great and did this and that in her visions but she didn't realise the terror she'd ignited in me. If she knew about it, who else knew? Being a crossbreed, an Unnatural at the moment wasn't exactly something to be joyful about. Not when all that came with it was pain and death. Unnaturals were hunted down and killed like deer. The ones that weren't brutally murdered nowhere to be found. There was no one to rely on. I didn't dare imagine what would happen if I was discovered. Even my father had once called crossbreeds "the diseased creatures that needed to die for the world to remain pure."

From force. Controlled force. Not messy. Professional. His stomach tightened. “Too clean,” he said under his breath. That wasn’t random. That wasn’t street-level chaos. That was planned movement. He exhaled slowly through his nose. Then pulled out a second phone. Not the one Keisha knew about. Not the personal one. This one was different. He stared at it for a second before unlocking it. One contact. No name. Just a symbol. He hesitated. Then hit call.

For an underground Fight Club, they do make delicious popcorn. We hurried to find our seats in the mass of people who were already cheering on the fight. Our seats was almost close to the front seat. We could see the fight clearly. It was a cage fight and two grown men were punching each other. One bigger than the other, it was hardly a fair fight. Loud cheers erupted around us, everyone cheering for their opponents. 'Butcher' and 'Kincaid.' I didn't know who to cheer for but one thing I do know is they were badly hurt. I gripped my popcorn tightly as I watched the fight with horror and anticipation. I was still watching when the big man in the cage grabbed the lean one and gave him a punch

My father was a hero cop, but I was a blemish to his shining resume as I was a delinquent who smoked, drank, and got into fights. Every time I tried to visit him at the precinct, he would slap me and tell me to leave in front of his colleagues. His fatherly love was all meant for Nana Smith, the daughter of his fallen comrade who was a paragon of good character and academic excellence. When Nana was kidnapped, he sent the entire city's officers after the kidnappers. When I was stabbed three times by some thugs and called him for help, he snapped at me, "Quit being a bother. The death of vermin like you is simply good riddance anyway." Even as I suffocated in agony, I lay in a pool of my