Rooftop Hero Novels & Stories

“Rooftop. Somewhere private.” I grabbed the champagne bottle from the counter, two glasses dangling between my fingers, and led the way. He followed, his steps heavy, the tension rolling off him in waves. We climbed the stairs, past the hall where Olivia’s voice had drifted last night, and pushed through the door to the rooftop. The morning air hit cool, the city sprawling below, and I set the bottle and glasses on the ledge, pouring the fizzing gold into both. I handed him one, my eyes narrowing as I took him in—suit pristine but creased, eyes shadowed, a man who’d buried more than grief today. “Alright,” I said, leaning against the railing, the glass cold in my hand. “What’s so damn urgent

“This isn’t possible. The city’s dark.” “Not dark,” came the reply. “Layered.” — On the rooftop, Whisper Team’s lead operative adjusted position, narrowing his scope. Ethan Hale was supposed to be panicking by now. Running. Exposing patterns. Instead, the man had vanished into the city like he belonged to it. “Reacquire,” the leader ordered. Before the command finished transmitting, the roof beneath him exploded—not upward, but inward. A shaped charge collapsed the surface, dropping two operatives into a net of reinforced mesh and shock foam below.

Once they reached the top, they stepped onto the rooftop. The rooftop door was locked, but Ray kicked it open with a single blow. Up on the roof, he began making preparations. Once everything was set, he released a pile of steel rebar from his otherworldly storage space and placed it onto a conveyor belt. Now, once the conveyor started, the steel bars would rain down from above. All Ray had to do was open a spatial portal below to catch them. And steel bars falling from the height of the thirty-fourth floor had terrifying, destructive power.

For one heartbeat I thought he saw straight through me. Then he laughed and crushed me to him. “My clever rose,” he growled against my throat. “You just cut your own wings.” He kissed me like he was trying to swallow the lie whole. I kissed him back like I meant it. Because tonight, I needed him drunk on victory. He pulled away, eyes blazing. “Get dressed,” he ordered. “Something red. Rooftop. We’re celebrating.” ~~~~~~~ The Rooftop – 22:30 The moment the elevator doors slid open onto the roof, the air changed.

Charlotte looked down at the infant still wrapped in swaddling clothes, eyes full of helplessness and grim resolve. She climbed the stairwell up to the rooftop. Mariott’s rooftop—ten stories high—belonged to the Chancer Corporation, so she had the key. Standing at the edge of the rooftop, she stared out over the city. Then, with trembling feet, she stepped onto the narrow ledge. And slowly, she closed her eyes.

Behind me, I could hear the systematic clearing of each floor, the professional efficiency of wolves who knew their business and executed it without hesitation. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was reaching the roof before Amber could disappear again, before she could slip away to plan another attack, another manipulation, another attempt to destroy the life I'd fought so hard to rebuild. The roof access door was standing open, and beyond it I could hear the distinctive whine of helicopter rotors spooling up. I burst through the doorway with my rifle raised, my sights immediately finding the figure standing beside the aircraft.

She got up and helped Venom across next followed by Smoke and then Mirrors. Hayden and Titan were the largest. They both insisted they could make the jump. Cory watched them anxiously as they prepared themselves to make the jump. Hayden went first. He walked to the far edge of the other roof. He ran across the roof to gain momentum. He propelled himself through the air across the chasm. His feet landed lightly on the very edge of the next roof. He wobbled, stumbling backwards a little. Cory caught him telekinetically to steady him, helping him secure his position on the roof. He walked to her and wrapped his arms around her. They looked over at Titan who was running towards them, about to ma

Hunt untied the rope from around my hands and once they were free, I rubbed the red rings around my wrists. "So can I leave?" I stood up and as I tried to move around him to get to the door, he caught my wrist and pulled me back. "I can't let you leave." "Why not?" My voice was laced with annoyance. "I did not do anything wrong." "Unfortunately I make a lot of decisions but my pack won't like knowing that we have a rogue on our hands and I'm about to let her loose, especially with all the attacks going around. For all we know," Hunt stepped closer. "You could be the wild rogue just trying to talk yourself out of a sticky situation."

And then, Randell pinned the blame entirely on me. I inhaled deeply as I continued reading the comments on the screen. If I hadn't seen any of these comments and really went after Randell, then the only thing waiting for me would be a lifetime of Randell's meticulously planned revenge. Thank goodness that wasn't the case now. Just as I was about to return to my room, I noticed a red alert on my phone. The alert warned of upcoming torrential rain that might potentially cause natural disasters and advised everybody to stay at home and not venture out anywhere.

He hauled himself through and reached back down without being asked, his hand finding Mia's wrist in the dark. He pulled her up into the grey light of the roof. One by one the others came through. Reyes. Jax, who had to turn sideways and did not enjoy it. Tank, who left a dark smear on the rim of the hatch from the shrapnel wound in his thigh that he had not complained about once. Dax slammed the hatch shut. They stood on the roof of the Iron Citadel. And there, rising forty meters above them from the centre of the vast iron platform, casting everything in pulsing red light, was the broadcasting array.