Poem On My Father My Hero Novels & Stories

I had nothing left—only the shattered pieces of myself which were about to be melted by pain. Where was I ? What was wrong with my father? “No, no. My father is my hero, he can't stop breathing…” I muttered, before shutting my eyes on the floor.

I closed my eyes and exhaled shakily, trying my best not to think of how everything in my life was just crumbling to the ground. Then I began humming our favorite song: Somewhere Over The Rainbow, my heart breaking at the fact that I'll never hear him sing it again. After spending several minutes just enjoying the cool breeze on my skin, and reliving memories of my dad and I, I reached out and let my hand rest on the cold top of the headstone. “I’m sorry, Dad,” I said one last time. “But I’m still your son, even if I don't deserve to be called that. And you'll always, always be my hero."

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.

He heard his father shouts. Joshua was surprised to heard his father's loud voice. Because for him, his father is a kind of a man who will always say 'I love you.' That he is one of those fun parents who will spun hi around their arms until he gets dizzy. He always saw his father as his hero. But that day... he was seeing a mad monster on his father's expression. "Yeah. I'll kill him and that is the only way to solve everything. Mr.Hong, just trust me." the man said.

And I, in a scared voice said, “So, are, are you planning to be a police or FBI or a hero or something like that.” Then in an angry face he stared at me and said, “Seriously, do you really believe police, FBI; a heeroo can even stand against people like our father? If they could, where were they all these time, why is our mom and grandparents dead? Hate to break it to you, but evil like our father resides beyond the reach of those losers.” Seeing him I got scared, though the fact was, he was younger than I am. But then he calmed down and said,

The last one was alpha Demetrius, my father, who had died before I took over. "My heroes, those who have traversed the vicious surface of the universe before I was given birth to," I prayed on my knees, "please guide me as I continue carrying on the mission you once carried. Do not let the enemies plot work against me. I may be ignorant of so many things; watch my back and every corner for me. Be the eyes in my blind spot and the light guiding me truly the tunnel." I stood up and matched toward the exit door. I stopped when I got to my father's statue and glanced a look at him.

"I’m right here in the living room. If he starts shouting, I’m coming in." I walked down the long hallway. My heart was pounding against my ribs. I reached the study door and stopped then pushed the door open. My father was sitting in his high backed leather chair, staring at a computer screen. He didn't look up when I entered. "Sit down, Liam," I sat in the chair across from him. I didn't say anything. I waited. He finally turned his chair to face me. "You think you’re a hero, don't you?" he asked. "You think that speech you gave made you a big man."

They are supposed to live long enough to see their children grow, to watch their packs flourish, to grow old in the arms of the women they love. My father did none of those things. He died in the dirt with his mate's tears on his face and his brother's blood on his hands. He died because of love. He died before I could even open my eyes, before I could learn what it meant to be his son. And yet, they call him a hero.

“Now listen to me, Alana. You are ours! You are to remain our slave for all eternity. You know why? Because this is your destiny!” “But I didn't do anything wrong,” I tried to defend myself. “Shut the f*ck up!” Aiden, who was behind, watching the show yelled. “You should blame your unfortunate existence on your useless father!” I hated the fact that they called my father useless. My father was a hero. He fought and died as the hero he was. How dare they call him useless when it's their father who was actually useless and a coward. All because of my mom, he dared to have my dad killed.

My father went back inside the house after making sure that they are no longer in our premises. "Dad, I'm so sorry for this trouble I have brought into this family", I apologized as tears run down in my face. I lowered my face that I cannot meet the gaze that my father gave me. He slowly lift my head and said with so much confidence, "don't be sorry Jess, this is one of the things that you have to endure to gain what you always wanted in life. If the relationship that you build isn't for you, you don't have to lower yourelf; instead, rise among the thorns". He was my hero, the light that never fades. He saved me from the verge of failure. He always believed in me. When I think that he would