Raising A Hero Novels & Stories

“I’m a hero like him?” “Of course you are. You did not know that you are a hero?” Elijah feigns doubt by furrowing his brows. Ezra shakes his head innocently. “Hmm. That’s strange. Well, it's understandable. Heroes don’t know they are heroes and that’s what makes them cool. You are our hero, Ezra.” Ezra looks up at me. “I am?” I smile and nod. “Yes, you are.” The sadness in his eyes is completely replaced with excitement. “I am a hero! I have superpowers and I defeated the evil monster! Hahahaha!” He raises his fist in the air.

"What do you want to do?" "Offer myself up for sacrifice," Alex said and shrugged nonchalantly. "I won't stand and watch one of my own offer himself as a sacrifice. I'll do it for them. Besides, it's for the safety of everyone." Athena shook her head. Alex had to be joking. She knew that was what he was doing. He was just joking to make her change her mind and try to reason with him but she wasn't going to agree. "Well, that's on you," Athena said and turned to walk back to her seat. "You can give up your life for your people. Absolutely heroic, Alpha Alex."

They can't keep their hands off eachother. As his band gets recognition and everything starts to turn around for them, Faris finds himself caught in a controversy one that could ruin his career and his dream. The band faces backlashes and is on the edge of breaking and on the other hand everything turns upside down in his fairytale love story.

After Adonis’ display, no one showed fear anymore. They couldn’t, even if they wanted to. The immense power that the Hero displayed was enough to inspire many. It spurred even the most timid among them to step forward, eager to join the battle and slash through the monsters. “We’re not gonna let you have all that EXP, Adonis!” “Haha! Here I come as well!” “Save some of that EXP for us! Only God knows what Level you’re on now!”

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

Now, tomorrow, forever. His. My mind processes the rest of his words and then, takes in the dark, burning intensity of his gaze. The tick of his jaw. “What do you mean by that?” I ask, drawing back, away from him. “As I said before, you don't need a hero. Or a savior. Someone who's all perfect. What you need is an anti-hero, who's dark. Someone knows you inside out. On your own, you're so fucking lost. So fucking confused. It's like you're stuck in this void space, with no place to go. No idea how to get out. I'll be your anti-hero, Titania. I'll be the one to show you the light again. To make you unclench, let go of your inhibitions and start living again like you're meant to. Maybe not for

Your strength, your refusal to give up, your insistence on facing every challenge directly-that's what saved us. Not money or business acumen or legal maneuvering. You saved us by being exactly who Catherine raised you to be." "We saved each other, Dad," I corrected. "You, Richard, Nathan, Blake and everyone who fought for this family. I just refused to let Margaret win. That's different from being a hero." "You're wrong," Richard said, emerging from inside with champagne. "Heroes are people who keep fighting when everything seems hopeless. That's exactly what you did, Emily.

The day the new Pack House was finished, my mother, Aria, the Luna, announced the room assignments. Every space in the three-story mansion was claimed. The top floor was the Alpha and Luna’s suite. The room next to it—the biggest, the most beautiful, with moonstones embedded in the walls to soothe a wolf’s soul—was for Chloe. Chloe’s father died ten years ago in the Blood Moon War. He sacrificed himself to save my brother, Jasper. After that, my family adopted her. The whole pack treated her like a hero’s orphan, protecting her at all costs. I traced the blueprints with my finger. Room by room. My name wasn't there. I asked my mother. She paused, then spoke in that gentle, matter-of-fact ton

My mate, David, was hailed as the most generous wolf in our pack. He donated his entire ten-thousand-dollar monthly salary to the wolf orphanage. He didn't keep a single cent for himself. The heavy mortgage, his parents' expensive herbal medicines, and the pack academy tuition all fell squarely on my shoulders. I had to pay for everything using my salary as an emergency room doctor. I worked several forty-eight-hour night shifts in a row at the pack hospital. My inner wolf was utterly exhausted, but my salary was never enough to cover our expenses. Having no other choice, I tried to talk to David. "When you get paid next time, could you leave just a little bit of money for us?" To my su

Randell exclaimed. "I'll pay you back when my mom gives me my allowance next month, alright? I'll even double the amount!" I felt my heart sink to my stomach. "No! There's a red alert here! And I've already told you that I don't have any money with me now! I want to get out of this place! I don't even have the money to stay at the hotel anymore!" Randell laughed coldly and said, "You're really something, Cassidy Stanford. You can even resort to faking a red alert notification just to cause trouble with me on purpose.