Reluctant Hero Novels & Stories

Then she turned the screen and Aira groaned while both Carter and Vincent stared at it with their mouths wide open. On the screen, there was a picture of an old first-person game that Vincent had played back in college. The character Meghan was showing them was the main player’s companion, a high mage that helped the main player through his adventure. The character that most of the guys in their dormitory had a crush on. Mila was a character with a sexy body and the perfect voice that would draw you in to play the game for hours just to hear it. Vincent had remembered reading the novel and cursing the hero for ending up with a woman like her.

I realize now, wit‍h harsh clarit‌y, that eve‌ry kiss,⁠ e‍very touch, every whisp‌ered word I offered her at n‍ight‍ is meaningless in the face of her resentment. If it wasn’t clear b‌efore, it is perfectly clear now. Liana des‌pises me‌ and she always will. I am no hero and perhaps it i‍s time I finally reminded myself of that f‍ac‍t.

His presence filled the room, larger than the walls, larger than Alex’s resistance. “Walk with me.” Alex followed down a hallway lined with tall windows overlooking the city. Lights glittered outside like fireflies, the hum of distant traffic faint against the silence of the house. Their footsteps echoed off marble. Marcus stopped halfway, turning to face him. “You did well last night,” Marcus said. “You bled. You proved yourself. But loyalty isn’t proven with fists alone. It’s proven with choices.” “What choices?” Alex asked carefully. His voice sounded thinner than he meant it to.

It was Rogart. "Divine Lord!" Cayden cried. Seeing Rogart, Cayden could not help but let his emotions run loose. He was overflowing with joy as he exclaimed, "They call themselves the Hidden Hero Sect, and they're here to stir trouble. I tried my best to fend them off, but I was careless in the process and got myself badly injured." Cayden was selfish. Even in that situation, he still wanted to take credit to gain favor with the higher-ups. "Hidden Hero Sect?" Rogart said in confusion as he frowned.

Wilt frowned. “Don’t worry, Magnus is a nice guy,” Rad reassured. “He’ll leave you alone once you refuse him to join his guild. I haven’t mentioned that he’s a hero like you, Raid Breaker. His feats are more impressive than anyone here. Like Zeki said, his heroic deeds are almost as equal as the mighty Hercules himself.” I wasn’t surprised the Party King mentioned that guy. Like he ever found out that I was his brave. “I’m afraid that we are not ready to join the Dragonheart, your Majesty,” Wilt stated.

One moment he was with the officers and Claire was hurrying inside and the next second, he found himself all alone in the dark when a man suddenly popped from nowhere and now threatening to kill him. He had a gun quietly stuck from his side, but he knows that if he pull it out, he should also have the courage to pull the trigger. “I will be considered a hero in our gang if I kill you, and we will then have less of a pain in our ass.” The man dug the muzzle on Max’s forehead, it felt hot on his skin as if it was just recently been fired. He stared at the man, memorizing his features for his reference when he hunts him down in hell. Max closed his eyes, slowly embracing his damned fate.

Hero said coldly, raising his hand to strike. "No! Mr. Weber, don't kill me! I know another secret about Kaplan!" The man's voice trembled with fear. "Oh?" Hero paused. "I know Kaplan is secretly training a martial arts legend and preparing to build his own faction! I can help the Webers eliminate this threat," the man pleaded, grasping at his one remaining hope—Hero's mercy. "Interesting. Go on," Hero said, calming his fierce aura. The man in black exhaled in relief and quickly dropped to his knees. "Mr. Weber, I can pretend my mission failed and return to the Larsens, feeding their intel to you!"

Part 1: Naomi Kharkov has already found the perfect man. Except he’s dead. So when her mate bond sparked with another, she ran. Naomi remains a warrior to her core. Falling in love has damaged her once already. When Finn vows to prove his worth, at any cost, she knows her heart is at risk again. But things have changed. Forced to work together, how long before the call of their wolves proves too strong to resist. After all, the Moon Goddess blessed them to be together. Except is the success of their bond only fueling the cruelest of Fate's long-held plans? Part 2: Phoebe Kharkov was meant to be someone important. A Fate. A living Goddess of the Shadowlands, until it was stolen aw

“Pedro, don’t—” But George tried to intervene but the guards wrestled him to the ground. Dusting sweeping into his mouth, forcing him to cough. Pedro paused, blade gleaming under the single bare bulb. “Oh, look at you trying to be super hero.” His voice was low, emotion strangled to ice. “You forced my hand.”

“Mum, please… can we not do this today? I just want to keep things calm for Zara and the babies.” Mrs. Amira’s voice softened slightly. “You’re just like me,” she said sadly. “Too loyal. Too afraid to face the truth about that man. But loyalty to evil only makes you part of it.” Regan closed his eyes, his jaw tightening. He couldn’t argue — not with her tone, not with her memories. He knew what she’d endured in that marriage, the nights she cried, the day she fled. But a part of him needed to believe his father had changed. He needed to believe the family could be whole again.