Sentenced To Be A Hero Novels & Stories

I hated every minute of it. “You need to let them celebrate,” Kael said as I tried to escape yet another banquet in my honor. “They need heroes. They need to believe that impossible things can be overcome.” “I am not a hero. I am just a wolf who survived long enough to make a difference.” “That is exactly what a hero is. Someone who survives when survival seems impossible and uses that survival to help others.” I leaned against him, tired in ways that went beyond physical exhaustion. “When does it end, Kael? The fighting, the crises, the constant struggle?”

Her voice was quiet, yet through countless microphones, it carried clearly down the corridor. The crowd fell silent instantly. All eyes focused on me. Tears streamed down her face like pearls breaking free of their string. Through the cameras, she cried, “When the truck came at me, I tried to dodge it… “It was him! He suddenly pushed me from behind! “When I looked back, I saw him smiling… he was smiling…” Just one sentence and the crowd went wild. “What? It wasn’t negligence. It was a deliberate murder!” “He’s a social scumbag! Look at his parents. They’re practically dying of shame! How could they raise such a monster?”

"Your father? For everything he put you through?" "I don't know," Liam admitted. "He destroyed my childhood to create a weapon. Used me like a pawn in a game I didn't know I was playing. But he also—" he gestured to the monitors showing hundreds of Council operations being raided worldwide, thousands of victims being freed "—he also gave me the tools to end it. To save people. To be the hero he couldn't be." "You're not a hero," Sophia said gently. "You're just a man who survived impossible circumstances and chose to use that survival for something good. That's enough."

I replied, "I've always been the one taking care of myself." Her gaze dropped, a fragile, sorrowful curve on her lips. I gave a single nod, then turned and walked away down the tree-lined street. I didn't look back, but I could feel her standing there, watching me until I disappeared from view. Dark clouds gathered, and the rain began to fall—a light drizzle that quickly swelled into a downpour. From the taxi window, I saw her, still standing there, soaked to the bone, her figure small and empty. The woman who had once shattered my life would now serve the prison sentence that was rightfully hers.

Crystal looked at him shyly, her fingers tightening around his hand. The crowd seethed with rage. "That vicious side character probably never expected the mountain lion's den to have a hole. She never imagined the hero would escape through it before running into the female lead, who saved him." "Ha! Imagine her finding out that after becoming a national hero, he gave the female lead a diamond-encrusted bracelet. She'd probably die of rage." Someone grew impatient and said, "Your Honor, let's keep watching. Once we see it all, this vile woman can finally receive her deserved sentence!"

Everyone wanted a piece of her story. "This is insane," she said to Martha, who was sitting across from her. "I'm just a woman who runs a small foundation. I'm not a celebrity." Martha laughed, shaking her head. "You're not just a woman who runs a small foundation, Lisa. You're a woman who took on a criminal empire and won. That makes you a hero." Lisa shook her head. "I'm not a hero. I'm just someone who refused to give up." "That's exactly what a hero is."

"My daughter's biological father was a war hero!" "A war hero?" Miriam blocked our path. "You say he's a hero—who's going to believe that?" She stepped closer, almost right in our faces. "I'd advise you to drop this. Save your energy and start reconsidering your options. Some schools just aren't meant for certain people." Mom's hands were shaking with rage. "What business is it of yours? What we do is our own business!" Miriam let out a scoff and brushed past us. But as her bodyguards followed, one of them deliberately shoved Mom—hard. She tumbled down the wet steps, landing in a heap on the soaked pavement.

"We didn't know if you were going to wake up. The doctors said you lost a lot of blood before you got here." "I'm sorry," I said again, because I didn't know what else to say. "I didn't mean to put everyone through this." "Stop apologizing," Maribel said fiercely. "You were beaten trying to protect Theo. You dragged yourself to Julius and Jane's house to warn them even though you could barely stand. You're a hero, Hudson. Stop acting like you did something wrong." Hero? The word felt foreign and strange. I wasn't a hero. Heroes didn't have a history like mine.

'Silverstin?!' Suzanne quipped, amazed. The guy that stood before them was the hero league's best student. It was rumored that he had worked for Shades for a while but his power was too much for them to contain and in order not for him to be eaten up by darkness he was sent back to the hero league since they'd assumed being around his mates would bring out his positive side. Nothing changed. He was the most popular hero. Even new born babies knew his name.

I read aloud, my voice booming across the room. "Any last statement from the defense counsel?" I asked, shifting my face to meet Ayo. "Yes, your Honor. You see, it is inevitable to be perfect. In life we must make mistakes. My client here, beat up his employee in anger but he compensated him by paying for his hospital dues and he gave his employed son a job. Let's rationalize it out. Should such a man be sentenced to prison after retracting his mistakes. I beg to object to that and I hope you give a wise decision." Ayo said, bowing down.