Rooftop Hero Novels & Stories

Horizontal escapes. I pushed up the final ladder to the roof. The metal groaned louder this time. One of the men below looked up. Our eyes almost met. I rolled over the edge just in time. Footsteps below. “They’re up top.” Plural. They didn’t know how many. Good. The rooftop was flat, gravel-covered, HVAC units humming softly. The city stretched out in low orange light beyond it. Another roof sat three feet away. Jumpable. But noisy. Below, one of the men started climbing.

** The Rooftop War** The first gunshot cracked through the night, and the rooftop erupted into chaos. Ayesha moved first, rolling behind a steel crate as bullets ricocheted off the concrete. Adrian fired back, taking down two of Davos’ men before ducking for cover. “I REALLY hope Priya’s helicopter is close!” Priya’s voice crackled in their earpieces. “Two minutes out! Hold the damn line!” Leena smirked, reloading her weapon. “Oh, I plan to.”

The sprawling rooftop terrace unfolded like a canvas, painting the city's majestic beauty. As if the universe held it's breath, the moment she reached the huge rooftop her eyes were blessed with such a view that she was speechless. "Mr..." Clearing her throat, Celeste snuck a peek around and changed her posture as she called out sweetly, "Rhodes." On the edge of the rooftop, he was standing like a loner while facing the night sky. "Come here."

They pushed her to the ground as Mallory steps closer to remove the blindfold. “Welcome to the most memorable place for me! This is where your dearest mother, the werewolf alpha, and my greatest rival, Ahina, died!” Mallory said joyfully like she was announcing a pageant winner. Madison looked around and realized that they are in a rooftop of a building. “This is the tallest building and it was built by me, well not technically me because I had people build it but it was still designed by me. We are already outside the city, if you’re curious.” “Are you going to kill me here? Do you think Aleister and Louve won’t find me?!”

I ask with tears in my eyes. “I did. The guys helped, but yes, it’s for you,” he says. I turn back around to take in every single detail and commit it to memory. The rooftop has been transformed into a magical escape from reality. There are twinkle lights strung all over the place. There’s a giant white screen by the outdoor furniture for watching movies. There’s a pizza buffet and a coffee bar. Their townhouse is in the perfect neighborhood, on top of a hill, just outside of town. There are other houses, but they each have their own giant lot. If I threw a rock, I don't think I could hit another house.

The knock on the door came just after sunrise—three sharp raps that split the quiet morning in half. Ava Hartley had been pouring cereal, still in her sleep shirt, when she saw two uniformed soldiers through the glass pane. For a moment, she didn’t understand. Her father was supposed to video-call that night. He had promised. “Just one more week, sweetheart,” he had said from the base in Iraq, smiling through grainy pixels. “Then I’m home.”

He could be anywhere by now. Then he saw it. A flicker of movement on the highest, farthest point of the Rothschild mansion—the flat, lead-covered roof of the central tower, a vantage point that surveyed the entire domain. A figure, indistinct in the mist, moving toward the far edge. “ROOFTOP!” Sabatine yelled, pointing. “HE’S ON THE ROOF!” He didn’t wait for Rico or his men. He was already running, a surge of adrenaline burning through the cold and exhaustion. He sprinted across the rocky shore, up the slope, across the lawn, and back toward the brooding house. Anton’s shouted question was lost behind him.

*** Marcus and Asher were sitting out on the concrete ledge of the building's top floor, enjoying the cool midday breeze away from the crowded halls below. The sky was clear, but the atmosphere around them was quiet. Marcus was resting his back against the brick wall, a detached expression on his face as he calmly held a lit cigarette, watching the smoke drift away into the wind. Asher sat right next to him, lazily sipping a cold can of energy drink, his legs dangling over the massive drop without a single care in the world. Suddenly, the heavy rooftop door creaked open. Another student, a guy named Toby, came rushing onto the roof, his face flushed with excitement and his breathing heavy.

"Well, just now. And he, ah, said…Well, honestly this is really burying the lede, but I let him in. I kind of had to. I didn't know what else to do, I mean, he's one of my heroes, you know...." "Toby," I groaned. "What happened?" "Well, long story short…he's waiting for you on the roof. Right now. If you want to talk."

He has an open ceiling because it was utilized in an emergency, which is why there is also a door there. Because there is a ceiling there, and it isn't nailed to make it strong, the open ceiling isn't apparent to everyone. Before opening the little entrance to get access to the roof, Arthur lifts the unfixed ceiling aside. Arthur is truly a genius, and the way he had planned his hiding route made me smile. Because I was walking behind him, he extended his hand to me. When I eventually made it to the rooftop, I opened my mouth wide in awe. The vista in front of me was breathtaking.