Raising A Hero Novels & Stories

Yes, I would bring fear and death to all who’d wronged me, and it would beautiful. “Indeed. I rather enjoy pain and suffering, I think you will too, Scarlet” Evan stated holding out his hand to help me over a large protruding tree root. I almost took it considering I’d managed to trip over every single root I’d come across, but I didn’t. I didn’t need him to help me, not to walk, sit or stand. I had to learn how to do those basic things on my own, just like I would kill everyone in town tonight, on my own.

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.

Surprised by the sudden impact they both fall to the floor landing on their butt's. Dave burst out laughing at then but I go to help them up. "Are you both okay?" I ask holding out my hand to Riley. She swats it away then gets up and run off to her room. I offer my hand to Hero and he takes it, i struggle to pull him up for a few seconds when I finally realized that he was putting all his weight on my on purpose. I used both hands to pull him off the ground slightly before letting him go to fall back on his ass.

I end the call before she can respond, my chest heaving with suppressed fury. Harry stirs beside me, already half-asleep. His tiny hand finds mine, squeezing lightly. "Daddy?" he mumbles, eyes fluttering closed. "Tell me 'bout the superhero now?" I force a smile, brushing his hair back. "Of course, little man. This one's about the strongest hero ever. A hero who fights for what's his and never fucking gives up." And right now, that hero isn't just fighting for his son. He's fighting for Violet, too.

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

Holding her young shoulders with his hands on both sides, he answered her question softly. “Yes Erica, not only have you met some Heroes, you also have them in your life. Your Mum who seems to have sacrificed everything for you is one of the Heroes and your brother who stood up to me the first day we met and whom I am sure will always love and protect his sister, is another hero you have in your life. With all these, why else would you be searching for another hero in your life sweetheart? Some of us don’t even have one in our lives, we had to be our own heroes from a tender age.” The man finished softly and I could feel the emotions behind his words.

“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.”

“And bad things don’t like good people.” Riley’s eyes searched mine for a moment, and something in him seemed to relax, as if that answer made the world right again. “Oh,” he whispered. “Okay.” Caleb picked the story back up, confidence returning. “So I raised my sword high, and with a shout—HIYAH!—I fought the biggest one first. It tried to bite me, but I was faster. It was a long fight, and me and my friends were all fighting back to back. They kept on coming, growling at us—rawwrrr—and they kept trying to bite us too. But we didn’t give up, because heroes never give up!”

Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?

she said. "He was 29 that year. He spent three years out in the desert and nearly died there. It's been 50 years. He built the shield in the sky to protect this country. And yet, he didn't die in the desert, and he didn't fall in the lab. He was taken down by a man throwing a tantrum over an apartment." Azaria's voice cracked. She didn't cry, but her lips trembled violently. Very quickly, however, she forced her emotions back down.