The Former Hero Wants To Live Peacefully นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The man who had signed a contract, claiming ownership of her. “What do you want out of this, Damian? When all is said and done, what do you want?” I’d been straddling the seat and now… I lay back and looked out across the pool toward the forest. It was so quiet here. So still. So peaceful. I turned back to her. “I want to live a quiet life. I don’t want to look over my shoulder at every turn. I don’t want to see an enemy in every set of eyes I meet, every hand I shake. I want the people I love to be safe. I want them be happy.”

He noticed it and immediately said, “I have scream proof walls.” Tahr filled me with so much relief. More relief than I'd ever felt all at once. It came crashing down. My lips pulled into a dark smile as I opened my lips to speak. “Like I said, I want out of this. I want out of this fucked up world you created. Your powers are no good. Even without having them, I can now see you are nothing but a brute. A villain.” He laughed. “Did I ever tell you I was a hero?”

The war ended, no more demons to fear, no more lives to sacrifice, and so peace came. 3 years after the war, the Hero was lost. Without the demons, who is he? Without Daimonas, what is his purpose? Different questions started to appear in the Hero's head, he was starting to loose himself. He needed a reason to live, a will to go on, a new purpose. Years and years of finding answers to his questions, he finally saw the solution. But it was a path, a path without morality, a path that could change him forever, the path of unworthiness.

After sending the text message to Aunt Gracie, I thanked the policemen who helped me and quickly switched to a different hotel after that. It was only then that my tension finally eased up. I felt my pounding heart slowly calm down after stepping into my new hotel room. A short while later, however, I received a notification on my phone. Randell and Evelyn had made it official and gone public about it. They posted a photo of their hands tightly holding each other under the street lamp, and the accompanying caption said, "You're my hero." I was just about to block Evelyn on all my social media too when she suddenly privately messaged me and said, "Cassidy, you've probably already seen my post

These days, his anger was too indecisive and he just explode every damn time. “ He won’t die,” I said, shaking. I just hope that he was serious when he told me that after this war, he will be willing to leave his world and create ours. A life where everything is simple. Everything is in tranquility where the love that we have can prosper without obstacles. It’s been a rough path but for him, for Alpha King, every path is worth it.

“My uncle will not want me back, he will assume I was tortured for information, or gave it easily.” “I am dead either way.” He finished. “Maybe not.” I said my wheels turning. “I’ll make you a deal. First off, know I don’t like killing, until its necessary. My goal is peace. If you can not see a world where witches wolves and others live together, tell me now.” I paused. He looked at me for a moment like he was debating. I was feeling like myself with no effects from the earlier fight. I walked over to the man and touched his head. My eyes began to glow.

Is that what being a Watcher entails? Were you seeing your friends killed right before your presence? Something in him shifted, he couldn’t say what it was, but he was just not satisfied with the feeling that he would lose Abigail one day, all in the name of Valor and honor. Stupid hero. I will never be a hero. Instead, I will find a nice girl and marry and run away from all this trouble. Maybe Abigail will come with me too if I convince her. B ut what about the people in the village? What will become of them? Have you forgotten Dodo and the Zahra? All man for himself. I am but a little child struggling to survive.

“Every day. But not in the way I used to.” She tilted her head, curious. “Before,” he said, “I thought about battles, control, surviving… always surviving. Now, I think about living. About us. About making the choice to be happy instead of just safe.” Grace’s heart lifted. “That’s a big change.” Jordan turned to face her fully. His hands cupped her face, thumbs brushing the soft planes of her cheeks. “A necessary one.” They sat together on the balcony, overlooking the city that had tested them endlessly. The skyline, once a symbol of power and fear, now seemed like a canvas. The war was over, and they were free to paint their own story.

"What? You're abandoning us now?" Hera gives me a smile from her spot, quiet and proud and it steadies me like nothing else. When I made the decision yesterday, I knew she would support me even if no one else would. I shake my head. "I am not abandoning the crew. I am just stepping back from this world. After so much chaos and everything that has happened these past few months, I feel like I need peace. I am just tired. No more chasing enemies through the night, no more dangerous missions that could end with a bullet. I want a life where I can be home, watch Lily play without looking over my shoulder."

"I don't think I can survive being broken again. Especially now that I'm capable of taking matters into my own hands." "I've heard about your exploits," he said. "You were the hero of the last battle. Whatever you did, it shook Xavier to his core. He's terrified of you. You don't even know what you're truly capable of." "If I push myself, I could end this war before it even begins." "When you try to end a war before it starts, people die. Don't tell me you're going to the Pinewood pack alone so you can kill Dexter and his second-in-command."