The Hero Is Overpowered But Overly Cautious Novels & Stories

I caught him in the corridor, just before he reached his chambers to arm himself. "Androkles," I said, my voice low and urgent. He turned, his expression unreadable. "Hypatos." "Listen to me," I said, my gaze intense. "That thing out there... It's not a glorious battlefield trophy. It's not a test to be passed. It's chaos and terror given flesh. It doesn't fight with honor or strategy. It just... destroys. Don't be a hero. Be smart. Be a survivor. Come back." For a moment, something flickered in his eyes, a hint of the boy beneath the warrior. Then it was gone, replaced by the familiar, unnerving calm.

I tied him tight with the rope despite his struggles. If only one of us could live, it would be him. Benjamin must have seen the despair in my eyes. He suddenly stopped fighting. He said softly, "It's okay. I still have one good arm. If she starts throwing knives again, I'll block it. I'll be fine." I did not have the heart to correct his naive words. I just felt pathetic.. After everything I did for the Fallow family, for Celeste, that was how my wife repaid me.

He paused for a while, then he sighed and spoke. “Surely you will be decent enough to give me an explanation, right?” It was obvious that he was trying his best not to overreact. He hated being rejected since he was not familiar with the term. He could get anyone he wanted, he could make all the ladies in New York City fight over him, he was unstoppable. But for some strange reason, whenever it came to Elena, she always had her way of making him put his tail between his legs. He was always powerless around her.

In my defence I was high off magic and power. "Maybe you should have been paying attention to where you're going," he snapped, grounding his foot to the ground. My shoulders tensed as I spotted his intention for me and a glimpse of why his girlfriend broke up with him and what he recently did to her. Yes, I acknowledge that I have a hero complex, where I like to kick assholes ass for hurting the women in their life. Maybe I just like the fact that I'm no longer the weak magicless little girl, who was bullied. Amberly Vera might have created a monster.

I sigh at him, just so done. “You don’t want some smoochy soppy asshole who buys you flowers and chocolates. You want someone who can handle shit, kill your monsters and make sure you’re always safe. A crazy mob boss with a steel dragon who would burn down the world for you. One who can take your sassy mouth and give as good as he gets.” A reference to my childish fantasy of a hero riding a fire breathing beast. He really did read every word.

Mom is one of the most famous reporters in the country. She exposes all kinds of wrongdoing, and the public hails her as a champion of justice. What she doesn't know is that while she's out fighting for other people, I'm being viciously bullied at school. When I finally work up the courage to ask her for help, she gives me a disgusted look and tells me to quit being so dramatic. Eventually, my bullies beat me to death and bury my body in a reeking drainage ditch. When my body is finally dug up, Mom is the reporter sent to cover the scene.

she whimpered. "I'm not going to hurt you. Why would I? I just want to check if you're okay. Are you injured?" I moved closer to her but she shivered violently. She didn't want me to come closer. "Why do you think I want to hurt you?" I asked her. "Why wouldn't I? You just took down five armed men singlehandedly" "So?" "So? It means you're dangerous" I smirked "Call it luck" "Luck doesn't explain that. You weren't lucky. You were confident. You knew you could take them"

He crashed onto his back, and I rolled over, holding him down with my stick pressed against his throat. "Looks like the princess isn’t so helpless anymore," I said, breathing hard. Kieran chuckled. "Cheap move, but I respect it." I stood and offered him my hand, but he slapped it away and got up on his own. "Again," he said. I groaned. "You trying to kill me?" "No," he grinned. "Just trying to make sure you don’t get killed out there." The goddess clapped her hands. "That’s enough. Seraphina, you’re improving fast, but you still pause. Hesitation is what gets heroes killed."

“I tried warning you many times, you know, but it wasn’t my call to make.” “I know,” I said. He looked at me for the longest time, then he looked over at Xander. He said, “The big bad wolf isn’t going to be enough to protect you from Cassian’s wrath. What’s your plan exactly?” “You all keep implying that he’s so strong,” I said. “But he doesn’t have a gift like Felix or even Leon has. So, what’s so dangerous about him?”

My mate, David, was hailed as the most generous wolf in our pack. He donated his entire ten-thousand-dollar monthly salary to the wolf orphanage. He didn't keep a single cent for himself. The heavy mortgage, his parents' expensive herbal medicines, and the pack academy tuition all fell squarely on my shoulders. I had to pay for everything using my salary as an emergency room doctor. I worked several forty-eight-hour night shifts in a row at the pack hospital. My inner wolf was utterly exhausted, but my salary was never enough to cover our expenses. Having no other choice, I tried to talk to David. "When you get paid next time, could you leave just a little bit of money for us?" To my su