Reluctant Hero Novels & Stories

"The novel would have had him be the hero. The one who saves the day, who wins the girl, who rides off into the sunset. But that's not who he is. He is the one who stands at the door and waits. Who asks questions. Who does the work that no one sees." Clara thought about Aldric at the Foundation entrance, patient and alert, asking no questions and keeping his post. She thought about his inquiry, his careful documentation, his refusal to look away. "That is its own kind of heroism," Clara said. "The kind that doesn't get written about. The kind that happens in the margins." Lysa looked at her with the expression she wore when she was deciding whether to believe something. Then she nodded. "Yes

There were a few Alphas who could threaten him, even though he was a beta. His status as one of the best sportsmen in our academy wasn't fake. But he wouldn't look so pathetic for nothing, right? Stephen hooked our arms and rested his head on my shoulder. He glanced at the Alpha, whose eyes were wavering at the moment. He clearly looked embarrassed, too. What had happened? "Did you bully my friend?" I decided to question the Alpha. Alpha were terrorists anyway! The Alpha seemed flustered. His eyes skittered around, but he forced himself to straighten and shook his head. "I'm sorry. I really didn't know he was..." He paused, and his face turned even more embarrassed.

"Find someone who will stand with you before you act. Not after." I thought about Nadia waiting in the dark corridor outside, standing two paces to my left, hyper vigilant. I thought about Liam's small, deliberate kindnesses over the past seventeen days. I thought about a ruthless man sitting alone in a west wing study, reaching out into a dead air silence he couldn't break, asking himself a question in the margin of a private book. "I know someone," I whispered. I walked out into the cold corridor, where Nadia was waiting with the focused, quiet readiness of a warrior who had already decided which side of this house she belonged on.

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he pleaded. His parents looked at the long scars marking his face and his right hand, still wrapped in thick bandages. With a sigh of resignation, they finally relented. “Bring her home for us to meet,” they said, their voices heavy with compromise.

I began to grow more uncomfortable. “Saraya, this is Pike, Anvil, and Eclipse. Those two are Lords and she’s a gold digging hang on.” Champagne sprayed from my mouth. Pike rolled his eyes while Anvil frowned and Eclipse sneered. The human man protectively wrapped his arm around her waist. “Come now Trick, we don’t call it gold digging anymore,” a voice from the main doorway said. Another man entered with a woman on his arm. “She’s a resource retrieval strategist.” “Fuck you Fire,” Eclipse hissed.

He paused for a while, then he sighed and spoke. “Surely you will be decent enough to give me an explanation, right?” It was obvious that he was trying his best not to overreact. He hated being rejected since he was not familiar with the term. He could get anyone he wanted, he could make all the ladies in New York City fight over him, he was unstoppable. But for some strange reason, whenever it came to Elena, she always had her way of making him put his tail between his legs. He was always powerless around her.

"I'd never butt in if you girls are in an argument or a fight, but I can never stand to see someone attacking another." He paused for a while and scoffed, "Hmm… Maybe I'm a hero to the good guys and an annoying person to the villain. Oh well, I can't help it when I'm such a righteous person." Sheila tried to pull her hand out. It seemed like the man in front of her did not use a lot of strength to hold her hand. Albeit, Sheila felt like her hand was clamped down, and she had trouble shaking off his hand. She looked even more terrible.

He walked toward Jerome and led him to sit on a boulder with him. Adrian said, “We use the word ‘hero’ to address those who have contributed, but do you know that heroes have been misunderstood throughout history? They’re always lonely, just like Saul had been. Do you know why that is?” Jerome shook his head and looked at Adrian with naivety as he said, “No.” Adrian smiled. “That’s because they always do their best and devote all their efforts to what their hearts tell them to do. Hence, they hide everything inside and aren’t skilled in socializing with others. They’re destined to be lonely.”

"It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.” "As crude as it may be to say that, what made your father a hero wasn't his lofty but naive ideal, neither was it his gentleness. But it was his strength. No matter what, no matter how, there was only one truth. Your father was the strongest and as such he was the representative of Justice. This is the sad truth of this world."