The Former Hero Wants To Live Peacefully Novels & Stories

she said. "He was 29 that year. He spent three years out in the desert and nearly died there. It's been 50 years. He built the shield in the sky to protect this country. And yet, he didn't die in the desert, and he didn't fall in the lab. He was taken down by a man throwing a tantrum over an apartment." Azaria's voice cracked. She didn't cry, but her lips trembled violently. Very quickly, however, she forced her emotions back down.

She would hire the best doctors to heal my physical and mental wounds. We could have a fresh start. We could even have our own child. A faint smile stretched across Diana's lips as she got lost in her thoughts. However, her gaze still fell on the motionless corpse in the middle of the pool of blood. I was dead. My life had seeped out from my body, turning into a pool of blackened blood. Suddenly, Diana recalled the question that I had asked her earlier. "Didn't you tell me… that no one will ever hurt me again when I'm here?"

"Then he is planning something final. Something where witnesses do not matter anymore." My phone rang. Unknown number. I almost did not answer. Should have listened to that instinct. "Hello, Flora." Richard's voice. Calm. Pleasant. Sane. "We need to talk." "Where are you?" "Everywhere. Nowhere. Does it matter? I am calling to make you an offer. One final offer. Then—one way or another—this ends." "What offer?" "Peace. Real peace. I disappear. Forever. No more attacks. No more threats. No more hiding. You get your life back. Hope gets a childhood. Damien gets to die of old age instead of violence."

There was connection, laughter, and a journey beyond the lab and his books. Hero felt a sense of peace settle within him as he returned to his room, his resolve renewed. He would keep pushing boundaries and uncovering truths, but he would also remember that he was more than just his accomplishments. He was Hero Ayashi, a young man with dreams, a family, and a purpose that extended far beyond the world of academia. As Hero settled back into his room, he thought of Polaris’s words. Her encouragement still echoed in his mind, calming him in a way few things could. She always seemed to know just what to say, grounding him in ways that books and theories never could.

"Because, Selene, you are capable of so much more than you think. You are capable of greatness." I shook my head, my anger and frustration boiling over. "I don't want greatness. I want peace. I want happiness. I want a life without constant fear and loss." " Don't you get it? I've always lived a human peaceful life. You got me stuck and made me get to Mr Orion's mansion, that wasn't enough you made my uncle appear, an evil man at that telling me I'm to fight him, how? Can't I just have my peace? I want my peace"

Once he started a life there, he probably wouldn't come back. "Why didn't you say anything?" his father asked him, curious as to why Nero hadn't offered even a farewell. "There's no need," he stated casually, a smirk playing across his lips. "I'll just check up on him in a few weeks or so. He'll be so happy to see me." Jaron just laughed a bit at his son. There would be a lot more laughter heard now amongst their people. After years of living in fear and strife, they could finally go about their lives peacefully. There was no longer a need to worry, to fear, to practice the art of battle. They could live normally once again. For the first time in ages, they could live unburdened, and strange

Taking yet another heavy sigh, he closes his eyes as he whispered to himself, "Soon, we will meet again, Jhero. And I just hope we don't have to fight each other when that time comes because honestly, I still think of you as my best friend. And you will be, always." And he just hopes that he could still stop Jhero from his plans, but he was a hopeless case. Because for someone who's as determined as a youth dreaming, Jherusalem Colleti has no plan of giving up, and no one can stop him. He will take over the world, own it, rule it, be the king, whatever it takes.

This is our conclusion, you either give us a way out or stand and fight, so we all die or conquer, your peace campaign ends here, soon the world will here of how you killed us, because of no reasons they will not be able to ask our dead bodies, or you stand as we slaughter all of you where you stand, and prove to the world that you can give anything for the peace and oneness proposal movement, that way, the whole world will accept peace negotiation naturally. THE HEROES PAST After Gudugudu finished his sentences, and he waited for the decision of these heroes of the world war, they were confused and did not know what to do, they walked back into the kingdom far from the gate where the battle

He tells me. I sit down on the bed next to him and I let out a sigh. “I just want to be left alone, I mean my life has been one tragedy after the other and I just want peace, that's it. I just want to be left alone with my babies.” I tell him and then he puts his hand on my shoulder. “And you have that, the war is over, Orion is cured but I don't think you'll truly have that peace you're looking for until you've made peace with the past.” He says and I look up at him and smile.

“I watched a security footage of her walking away unharmed. I’m not stupid you know. They tried to attack her and she released a lightning strike which incapacitated her enemies. I’m already on her side for this one.” I turned to face him. “Whose side are you on?” “No one,” he sighed. “I’m literally on no one’s side. I just want there to be peace and harmony in the pack and nothing more. So whatever you think this is, it’s not it.” That was a great answer. He was not a selfish prick as I had earlier thought he would be. He was a great person. “That’s a better answer,” I said smiling. We hugged and I let the darkness take me away.