Reluctant Hero Novels & Stories

he chuckled. “I don’t consider myself as a hero, Dr. Karsyn. I am careless and dumb. But I am willing to help people who are in need. Just like now, Jacob needs support and extra care. I offered my body to you just to set him free. My heart is one of my strongest armor and the one also that made me weaken my self-defense and guard. Maybe I was destined to be a trollop to save someone’s life. Go now. Abuse me. Fuck me. And do what pleases you,”

He had been the one to stand for someone else. Does that make me a hero? Ginika shook his head with disgust. He hated that word with a passion. Everything about the word made him sick. If his father had not tried to play a hero in trying to save his mother, perhaps he would still be alive. But his father had been brave and had confronted the taskmaster. If the brave always dies and the cowards always tell their tale, what then is the essence of being brave?

Villains had no rules, they had no limits. It was far too easy to convince Jake to go outside with me, to watch the brave warriors of our pack fight for our freedom and lives. Closer and closer, we inched; until all that shielded us was the thick bushes around our neighbor’s house. One of the warriors in our pack had fallen, blood spurting from his neck in a sea of beautiful crimson. The life in his eyes went from blazing to a dull flicker. ‘Be a hero’, I told Jake. ‘Our parents will be so proud’, I said.

“You’re asking me to forget about her. Just like that?” Anne’s eyes softened with something that almost looked like pity. “Hero, I know this is hard. But sometimes, we have to make the hard choices. If you don’t, it’s going to cost you everything.” The words hung in the air like a weight that he couldn’t escape. Hero was trapped between two conflicting worlds—one that promised security, safety, and a future he had no control over, and another that held the possibility of freedom, but at a dangerous cost. “I’ll do what’s best,” Hero said softly, though the doubt in his voice made the words sound hollow, even to him. He wasn’t sure what was best anymore, but it was the only thing he could offe

"Thank you, small one. You taught me much. About being both things simultaneously. About holding contradictions. About—about choosing wholeness over simplicity." "You're welcome," Grace said. Whisper turned to me. "Thank you, Eva Morrison. You are—are exactly as legendary as stories claim. You are also more human than expected. This combination is—is instructive. Heroes are not separate from humanity. They are—are humans who choose heroism despite fear. Despite cost. Despite everything." "I'm not a hero," I said. "You are exactly hero," Whisper said. "You simply don't recognize it. Perhaps that is—is most heroic thing about you."

Hero. The word echoed in the quiet library. Sabatine stared at the screen as the segment ended. He felt a hot, confusing rush of shame and something else—a fierce, defensive rejection. He was no hero. Heroes didn’t have blood dried so deep in their fingerprints it never fully washed out. Heroes didn’t calculate collateral damage with a cold eye. He had done what was necessary. He had fought for Anton. That was all. He left the library and walked out into the grounds, the crisp autumn air doing little to clear his head. He found Anton near the old stables, overseeing the installation of a new, subtler security system.

“A coward? A disgrace? I just… I don’t want to fight him. Not when no one else is even trying.” Kael leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Lucas, you’re not a disgrace for not wanting your father back. You’re not a disgrace for not wanting to fight a war nobody else is fighting.” I swallowed hard, my chest aching. Kael went on, quieter this time. “It’s a mind screw, yeah? How do you defeat the bad guy when he’s doing more good than the guy who’s supposed to be the hero?” I sat down beside him, feeling strangely hollow and relieved all at once. “Exactly.”

ZARA POV "Hero," I began softly, my voice close to his ear, "you truly believe that after everything I've endured here, things can simply return to how they were before? I'm sorry, but that's utter nonsense. There's no way we can pretend this never happened. This mountain, these hurtful shared experiences you put me through... they've changed me. I can't unsee what I've seen and heard, or unfeel what I've felt. I’m different now, Hero, irrevocably different.”

“I’m not your slave, remember? I don’t listen to you. You’re not my keeper, so why should I obey you?” “Because,” I said, “even though you’ve seen all the evidence, even though you’ve seen the very face behind everything… you don’t want to believe it. But, despite not believing it, you’re restless because you didn’t expect it. You came here wanting me to say I did everything, like your father wasn’t the one who set everything in flames to begin with. But you still want to believe it wasn’t him, because you can’t take it. And you know why?” My voice cracked into a shout. “Because it’s easier to believe what we want to believe!” She could believe I was a monster for years. Resenting me for it,

But Adrian was different, even when he's on drugs, he still didn't want to do it. He wasn’t an easy man to break. But everyone had a weakness, and his is Isla and when what can make him vulnerable, I don't know yet but I will make sure this video does that. I picked up my phone and dialed a number. Victor answered on the first ring. "Is it done?" "Not exactly," I admitted, my fingers tightening around the device. "Adrian is more resistant than we expected." A pause. "That’s a problem. We need leverage, Naomi."