The Coward Novels & Stories

I knew that the people weren't happy with the way I won, and I knew that they all now know me as a coward. What was I expecting? Isn't it clear to me that even if I won this duel and managed to win against all the Alpha's, I was told to fight by throwing them out of the ring? But the truth still remains the same: I will forever be a coward because I didn't win that through hard work, but I don't care. I knew that being known as a coward who won against alpha's was still better than being known as someone who lost his wife to someone else in a duel.

She knew. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I whisper. “Because I was ashamed. Because I didn’t want you to know that I’d failed. That I couldn’t even leave my wife properly.” He looks up at me finally, and his eyes are wet. “I’m a coward, Felicia. You deserve so much better than me.” “Don’t say that.” I kneel in front of him, taking his hands. “You’re not a coward. You’re just—we’re in an impossible situation.”

Kylie finally reacted to Red’s words after maintaining her silence for so long. *You are. A coward is not merely someone who runs away from making difficult choices, but one who lacks the resolve to move forward in difficult situations. You may not have run away, but your heart fled this path the day you took someone’s life. Now, you take the path of cowards*

However, before he could do what the subordinate had said, Jody Gardner spoke again, "I just found out that you are a coward, General Hellfric." Andrio who was about to act turned his head, "What do you mean?" Jody pointed at Andrio with his index finger, "You ... you are a useless coward. How can someone like you be a War General? What a disgrace!" "SHUT YOUR MOUTH UP!" one of Andrio's men said. "You have no right to insult our general." Jody Gardner laughed crisply, not looking afraid at all. "Oh, but the truth is that your general is a coward. The method used is very cheap."

“Are you a coward, hiding behind your men?” The words hung there like a gauntlet thrown. Damian’s signal died in his throat; you could see the hesitation ripple through the ranks as the men glanced at one another. For once, his confidence wavered. He stepped forward, eyes burning. “What did you call me?” His voice dared Kavian to repeat it. “Coward.” Kavian’s mouth curved in a small, almost pitying smile. That quiet amusement—so unbothered—set Damian’s fury alight.

Does he genuinely consider me a friend and a servant? "I apologize, yeah, I'll admit that I'm a complete coward, I've made plenty of mistakes. Actually, you're not the only one who's called me a coward," he confessed, a bitter smile forming on his lips. "Even my mother chose to end her life rather than witness her cowardly son. Maybe he can't imagine someone like me, who serves my father, being able to save him." After uttering those words, he let out a laugh filled with pain.

Her features tightening, finally showing emotion but after she pushed me off, ripped her arms from my grasp, my sleeves on her slipping. “You’re a fucking coward.” I spat, glaring. Annoyed as hell. “You’re a fucking coward! Keep hiding. Keep running away, crawl back into your shell, don’t defend yourself alright?? Go on being a fucking coward! Continue in your cowardliness!” She fumed. Glared. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.

Instead, he turned away, running a hand through his hair as he paced the length of the room. I watched him, my chest heaving as I tried to make sense of the man standing before me. “You’re a coward,” I said quietly, my voice cutting through the silence like a knife. Christopher froze, his back still turned to me. “What did you say?” “You heard me,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. “You’re a coward. You’d rather throw money at me and hope I disappear than face the truth. Whatever this is—whatever’s going on—you’re too afraid to deal with it.”

“I’m a coward, you know. I couldn’t even face her at that time. At that time, all I could think about was the wars that were raging on our doorsteps. I knew if I took her with me, I might send her to her death.” “Sometimes, being a coward isn’t a bad thing,” Mira replied. “Being afraid is fine. There’s nothing wrong with it. There is absolutely something wrong if you keep continuing that way. I don’t think it’s her age that’s stopping you. It’s not the wars either. It’s something else.” Liam looked at her and realized how she always could read everyone like the back of her hand. There was no mystery or secret that she couldn’t dig out, which made Liam confide in her.

He looked determined. “Giovanni—” I started but was interrupted by Giovanni. “You are a coward.” The word hit me harder than any blow ever had or could. I stiffened, throwing my head back, shocked. “Excuse me?” “I said,” he repeated calmly, his voice deadly in its control, “you are a coward. And you are about to lose the woman you love the same way I lost mine.” My jaw clenched. “This isn’t—” “It is exactly this,” he cut in sharply. “You think restraint makes you noble? You think distance makes you honorable? Let me tell you what it really makes you.”