Romantic Hero Novels & Stories

“Don't you want to eat my tongue? Now whether you want my soul or my power, you can easily get it…” He masterfully captures a scent that he has long yearned for. You youkai, perhaps men who are always stupid know it's a trap and then jump in on purpose. It's a pity that he can see through everything in the world, consider himself superhuman but in the end still can't escape love. In the moment of "thousands of pounds hanging hair", the hero saved the beautiful girl and promptly kicked the door of the room, shouting: "Let go!" WeiBer Delphin deserves to be considered a hero but unfortunately came at the wrong time.

He was charismatic and knew how to keep a conversation interesting, his devilish tongue has wooed more than one third of the SLake girls population. Nevertheless I suppose my beliefs are the reason I am single and I stand to say I won't settle for less, I didn't wait sixteen years to give myself to a scumbag, if I am ever going to date in high school that guy has to worth me... Read that again. Then there's the one about star-crossed lovers, two innocent people who love each other deeply but at the end of everything their relationship is still doomed to fail just like Lancelot and Guinevere in King Arthur's mystical tale Round Table, Heathcliff and Catherine from Emily Bronte's Wuthering Hei

I nearly choke on my drink. Mara raises a brow. “Oh?” Valentine stiffens. “Achilles—” But Achilles lives for this. “Oh yes,” he continues dramatically, “our dear Prince Charming has been smitten for ages. It’s like a romance movie—he pines, he broods, he stares longingly into the distance when he thinks no one is looking—” Valentine glares. “I do not—” “—and let’s not even talk about how he looks at her. Like she hung the stars, like she’s the only thing keeping his undead heart beating—”

Aurora tried not to laugh as she said, “You can’t deny that romance is a very important part of a relationship.” Damien glared at her, “So that is what you see in him? That is why you turned me down and chose him over me?” “Well…” Aurora shrugged, keeping her tone light. “First, this is not a mating ritual. I am not choosing between you two. And second, picking a partner isn’t like picking a leader. The standards are drastically different. Being a strong Alpha doesn’t necessarily make you a great lover. Personally speaking, I don’t hate my lover being romantic once in a while.”

Her eyes didn’t leave her. “My definition of a hero is someone who chooses me—every time. Over anything. Over anyone. Over the whole world, if it comes to that.” Her words were soft, but they echoed. “I don't think this should be considered bad. But… You’re one lucky person.” Rosealba looked at her, slowly. She knew what Emilia was trying to say. She knew where her words were leading. And still… she let her speak. “Having a man who loves you so much he would lay the world at your feet… that’s not a curse, Rose. That’s a blessing. Even if he’s flawed. Even if he’s fierce. It’s still love. And I know he’s capable of loving you.”

It was like something out of a romantic fantasy novel. There he was, deathly scared, falling off of a tall tree to what was possibly his death or fatal injuries and just when he thought all hope was lost, a hero came swooping in, the light in the thick darkness, a beacon of hope, his very own future husband, his beloved! In the air, he was caught and held firmly by the waist. From the body structure, the warmth and that scent that always seemed to calm him down and make him feel safe, he knew it was the man he loved with all his heart. His silver-haired hero!

"This place is too big for one person, Liam. It feels like a hotel." "It feels like a prison," I said. I stepped toward him, my heart doing that familiar, heavy thud. Jax reached out and touched the C on my jersey, which was on the chair. "Back to being the leader. Back to being the hero." "I don't feel like a hero," I said. I took his hands in mine. His fingers were freezing. "I feel like a liar. Every time Swiss asks me why we work so well together, I have to pretend I don't know."

Piper winced when I slid her dress over her body and tossed it to the floor. Seeing Piper being tossed onto the ground with debris and limbs being flung at her sent my wolf into a frenzy. The worst part was not being able to go outside. Standing in the doorjamb, staring out at the scene unfolding in front of me seared my heart. Knowing William was the only reason she’d been saved pissed me off. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I wanted to be the hero. Because heroes sacrificed everything they loved for the good of mankind. And there was nothing in the world I wouldn't sacrifice for Piper Sloane.

Or had she not even been aware of the fact she'd been in like, not in love, with the guy? Xavier shook his head, not understanding in the slightest. She had the hugest bleeding heart, comparable to no one else, and was a hopeless romantic. She didn't walk around in la-la land spouting sonnets, but under her skin, in her bones, she was a romantic. Why would she ever consider anything but the real deal?

I have to reject her as my goddess. I come across Bradamante. She is depicted as the greatest cross-dressing female knight in literature. She is an expert fighter, and wields a magical lance that unhorses anyone it touches. Sounds like the real thing. I know where my lance will be kept, and such a skill puts her in the goddess category. She is also coupled with the idea of wild love, but that is a more modern interpretation. Her lover, later her husband, was called Ruggiero, but he had to convert from Islam to Christianity before she would marry him.