Sentenced To Be A Hero Novels & Stories

The killer is still out there and hasn't been caught. "I won't break my promise; I feel very different now." Vincent smiled when he remembered what had happened to him some time ago when the citizens had called him a hero. "What happened?" Zach asked, starting to get curious. "People defended me when the police wanted to arrest me. They thought I was a hero because I had killed the vampires who attacked. Everyone was scared until I came and killed them all," said Vincent with a hint of pride. "Then you now feel like you are a hero?" Zach asked back, a little sarcastically. Vincent was silent as he turned to Zach, who only showed a faint, meaningful smile.

I kept my gaze fixed on the judge, who motioned for me to continue. “Your Honor,” I said, “I was kidnapped that evening by a man who has since been apprehended by the police. A man who, as you well know from his earlier testimony, was a servant of the city’s mafia. Mr. Barrett was aware of my peril and acted as he did in a bid to rescue me.” The judge leaned forward, her gaze piercing. “So you’re saying that his actions were of a heroic nature.” “In a manner of speaking, yes,” I replied. “While I don’t condone breaking the law, Mr. Barrett’s intentions were to save a life—mine. His actions, though misguided, came from a place of…desperation. And concern.”

I shook my head and said, "There is always something more important than life in this world. You will never understand." Kincaid listened to me without getting angry, but shrugged and said, "I really don't understand your foolish ideas. What's the good thing about being a hero? When others need you, you must sacrifice everything to help them for free. It seems like all your efforts are due. Do you really think anyone cares about those heroes? In fact, they are disposable. The end of heroes is tragic. Quintin, our great hero, starts to change his thoughts after seeing through this." "What exactly happened to him? Why did he change so much?"

Still, he had never caused any trouble at school nor killed any minors despite being a killer. Even if he was a killer, he had his own principles. At the moment, he was still hooked up to the intravenous drip. He proudly said, "I'm a great hero now! Are you proud of me?" She happily replied, "I'm very proud of you!" Looking at how many presents Anthony received, Rex snorted in dissatisfaction.

He simply replied back in low yet in a firm tone. "Well...duh!" My subconscious mind said. Now, there was an extreme urge inside me to ask him further and to just elaborate the topic and know more about him. "What's not to like in heroes? They save the world" I said. His expression was as always unclear. Gradually shifting his eyes from the laptop's screen to now on me and meeting my eyes, he replied back in a deep voice "A hero might sacrifice you to save the world. The villain would sacrifice the world to save you"

But, this wasn't the subject right now. “Do you know what is the difference between a naive fool and a hero of justice?" She clenched her fist, a fierce expression on her face. "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.”

“Word spread quickly, Aurelia. That you fought your way back from kidnappers. That you survived when many would have perished. They see you as… a hero.” A hero. The word lodged in my throat like a thorn. My hands trembled as I stepped down from the carriage, the cheers swelling around me like a tidal wave. Women pressed flowers into my arms, men raised their cups, children shouted my name like I was some tale brought to life. And all I could think about was how wrong it all was. I hadn’t fought. I hadn’t clawed my way back. I hadn’t been strong or clever. Someone else had saved me. Someone whose face I never saw, but whose scent still lingered in my memory.

"What if I'd gotten the angle wrong? What if the portals hadn't worked? What if—" "But they did work," Ollie interrupted, reaching over to squeeze my hand. "You saved Uncle Thorne and Marcus and everyone. You're a hero." "I'm not a hero," I protested. "I'm five." "You can be both," Riley said matter-of-factly. "Age doesn't determine heroism. Action does. You took action when others were in danger. That's definitionally heroic." I poked at my cereal, watching the pieces float in the milk. Yesterday had been so weird. One minute I was in bed, the next the lights went out, and then I heard shouting from the basement.

“It's not your fault.“ She says shakenly as if she's about to cry. “Doesn't mean I'm not sorry. Celine was right. This should never have happened to you.“ I turn her so she's facing me. “He made sure I was whipped in the same spot, so he was sure that I'd learn my lesson. He didn't know I saw him put whatever he put in there, or he would have killed me. Because of me, the pack lost an important ally.“ “You know that's not true, right? You're the strongest woman I know, baby. You saved the life of someone you don't even know. That's freaking courageous.“ “I don't know. I think it was st*pid. I could have died from the beating I got.“ “Think about it this way, baby. Whatever he was going to do

No. This is a story about misunderstood criminals. A villain is only a villain because they haven't had a chance to tell their story. A hero must win every time. But the villain only must win once. When we're kids, we idolise heroes. When you grow up though, you understand the villains. So no, there are no heroes in this story, only villains. It's not a story of good and bad. It's a story of only the bad, about that little psychotic part of everyone. About that little evil everyone has in them, it's about the demons that everyone has.