Raising A Hero Novels & Stories

“A hero who couldn’t dodge a slow punch. Maybe a hero in slow motion.” Pascha raised an eyebrow. “I was saving a life.” “And failing to duck,” Igor replied flatly. “You’re always slow when you use muscles.” Max looked between the two men, then turned to me with concern. “Mommy, is it okay if heroes are slow, as long as they’re cool?” I took a slow sip of tea. “Only if they don’t pass out more than once.” “Hey,” Pascha interjected. Max looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded solemnly. “Okay. I agree with Uncle Igor. Daddy needs more practice.”

"Your sacrifice was brave but misguided. You thought trading yourself for your aunt would solve everything instead, you've delivered both yourself and your lover to my research program. That's the problem with heroes, Aria. You're so focused on individual salvation that you miss the larger strategies at play."

The worst thing; no one from heaven descended to aid them this time. After a decade of hopelessness and complete surrender, Heroes rose from various origins—holding on to their own intentions. They, who dared to scream in the middle of the conjurers' blissful singing, dared to steal the scripture from the wicked creatures who were granted the power to overwrite their destinies — concluded themselves victorious thereon.

Ella shouted recognizing him, then ran to hug him and he started changing back to human abstracting the rest. "Thank God you are safe," Ella said but heard nothing from Eddie, she pulled out from the hug and all was surprised as Eddie had already passed out. Tough times never last, only tough people do. A hero is someone who has given his or her life to something bigger than oneself. Work hard for what you want because it won't come to you without a fight. Remember your dreams and fight for them. Life is full of beauty. I've had to learn to fight all my life - got to learn to keep smiling. Saving our planet because there is a moment in fighting when the strength of muscle isn't everything be

Leo said. “Most people know my sons name better than mine. Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades.” Rhea said smiling. “Oh wow. What are Aria’s powers exactly?” Laura asked. “We don’t know. Strength is the first thing to manifest for all of us. Usually at about sixteen. Our specific gifts depend on how strong they are. We only know that Aria draws people to her. She makes them fall in love with her instantly, not romantic love though. Just that comforting, like a moms hug, kind of love. And of course, no plants have ever died on her watch.” Rhea chuckled.

She nodded again and again, taking the badge with both hands, her voice breaking. "Thank you, Eleanor. Thank you!" The comments exploded again–this time in gold. [Damn! That level of grace; insane!] [This is what a true female lead looks like–lifting someone out of the abyss instead of holding a grudge!] [Girls help girls! I'm calling it–this is the most hype esports story of the year!] [Orion team, let's go! Win the championship for Janet, too!]

How does one explain the rotten complexity of war, guilt, and survival to a child? “August…” I said, my voice softer than I knew I was capable of. “Sometimes, being a hero isn’t about never being afraid or never… hesitating.” The word burned on my tongue. “It’s about what you do afterward. It’s about protecting the people you love, no matter the cost. It’s about getting back up when you fall.” He looked at me, his eyes serious, scanning my face for the truth. “So… you would protect Mommy and me?” he asked, his voice a whisper full of hope.

"Alpha Serena, if you don't approve this ritual soon, your daughter will lose her ability to shift and be paralyzed for life!" In the pack healer's den, Elder Mira looked at my bloody, broken body and urgently pushed the ancient scroll toward my mother. She hesitated for a long time… then firmly signed the "Release to the Moon Goddess" page. My brother's voice carried a hint of guilt: "Mother, Lisa's wolf is already fading... and now you want to take her kidney too? Isn't that too cruel? Look at her—like this, what harm could she possibly do to Xina?"

***This is Book Six of the Elemental Dragon series. References will be made to events that happened in previous books without being fully explained here. While this book can be read as a standalone, it is recommended that you read the series, starting with The Arena.*** Every time I’m called to rise, I choose a human who is worthy. One whose heart is pure. One who is kind and loving. One who values the lives of others and is willing to give their lives to protect those around them. It has to be a human with these attributes because, while I always rise again, my humans do not.

*** One night, I got home and caught Eric whispering to Luca: "When you see Dakota, smile and call her Mom. Then hit her with the 'I wanna be a child star' bit, got it? And if that flops—turn on the cute. She eats it up." "I don't wanna suck up to that old witch!" "Do it! She's your ticket to fame. Your mom and grandparents are counting on you to make life good for them." Dream on. Eric had no idea what kind of kid he was raising. As soon as I walked in, Luca bolted toward me, arms wide. "Mom! Mom! I missed you soooo much!" He latched on. "Mom, I wanna be famous! I want nice clothes! Can you help me?"