The Coward Novels & Stories

Tears fell freely as sobs broke out. He cried out, "I never imagined the war between the Highland Tribe and the werewolves would be this brutal! Before, I'd never come to the fortress... Father protected me too well! I never thought Mr. Fernsby and the others faced such pressure, constantly in life-or-death danger! "Today, I witnessed it… I truly witnessed it. I realized how weak and cowardly I am! You're right. I'm a coward, a worthless piece of trash who can't do anything when I see my brothers die!"

"My first half, you could call him Lucifer Nightwalker and obviously, he's ten. He's a coward without a sense of pride nor ego. He gets depressed easily whenever he was getting yelled at, and he would always be ordered around like a slave, even if it's an unfair arrangement." "…Are you sure he's not a masochist?" "…But it's exactly because he's a coward; he would always avoid standing out or getting himself into trouble. Even if he gets into one, he would always decide the safest plan that could get him out of trouble— and when it comes to family and friends, he would never abandon them. He's a damn good person." "I see. What about the other one…?" "My second half, huh. You could call him Lu

No joke? ... A/N: I'm a coward; you won't even notice my shadow if there's a fight or riot. I'm not sure, I'm just too timid. Even small things can bring me to tears. A coward and a crybaby. Well, yeah. End of Text.

His lazy expression was like I was still plastered on his face. “Say it,” I demanded. “I know at this point I sounded pathetic but I didn't care.” “Say I’m a coward, Andrian. I dare you.” Something in his eyes darkened, and he stopped. for a moment, I thought he might actually say it. But instead, he sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly as he continued on his way. “Coward!, you are a coward Andrian” I said, in my desperation. I turned to leave, but his next words stopped me.

“He wanted a better world and was willing to do anything to get it!” “A better world?” I laughed without humor, shaking my head. “You call the world Darius offered better?” My voice rose several octaves, filling the room. “He was a warrior!” Tears filled her eyes, threatening to spill over. “He was a coward… just like you.” “A coward? Dominic was a great man—”

He winned like a child. "What is not fair???“ I asked. "You are constantly choosing truth only. This time choose dare." A kind of ordered me. "No, you can't ordered me....... I will choose whatever I like to choose." I denied his order. "You choosing truth deliberately because you are afraid of completing the dare give by me. YOU ARE A COWARD." He taunted me with a scoff, which make me offended. How could he say that I am a coward. "No, I am not afraid of anything do you get that. And I am not a coward." He said angrily.

My wolf paced inside me, agitated and clawing near whining at seeing her so breakable and so out of reach. I dragged my hand over my face, slammed the heel of my palm into my temple "Coward" The word seemed to resound in my mind like a curse. I had been a coward all those years, when I had known what she was to me and buried it under brutality because it terrified me and i had been a coward the previous night when i had let hunger overpower discretion, when i had taken and indulged until i had seen fear and doubt tango in her eyes. I hadn't even left her breath space before letting desire rule me and that wasn't what she needed.

It was as if my tears were getting heavy on my body for me to sink to the ground. Shaking my head through tears, I said, "You know what, Edim? Actually, I'm a coward," my sobs mixed in with my words, making my words tremble. I was breathing with pain and returning with pain. "I'm a big coward who can't face the truth and face it bravely, running away from the truth and burying his head in the ground." Although Edd grabbed me by the arms, my trembling fingers grasped the ends of his leather jacket and held on to him, I would have fallen if I didn't.

“You’re ending us.” “I’m freeing myself.” The words felt like knives in my mouth. He flinched. Then, voice like ice, he said: “You’re a coward.” I stared at him, stunned. “You don’t want the crown? Fine. But don’t pretend it’s about freedom. You’re afraid. Of loving me. Of being loved. You’d rather set fire to everything than admit you’re scared.” “That’s not fair—” “No. You know what’s not fair? Watching the one person I’m willing to fight the entire fucking world for look me in the eye and say they’d rather run.”

The evil spirit recognized Adrian's strength, but this only intensified its desire to crush him. In moments, the spirit's power surged again. “Your strength is decent, but how laughable. You're just a coward hiding in the shadows. Come out and face me.” Adrian’s expression darkened, his voice dripping with contempt.