The Never Hero Novels & Stories

There was no armor this time, no blade in his hand, yet the authority I had noticed in the yard clung to him still — not worn, but carried. I curtsied at once. “Your Highness.” He turned fully then, and the distance between us shortened to something unavoidable. Up close, the things I had not allowed myself to consider before became impossible to ignore. His eyes, for one — darker than I had thought, a deep, steady blue that held the light rather than reflecting it. And his scent — clean wool and leather, with something sharper beneath it, like steel warmed by the hand. It lingered in the narrow space between us, subtle but inescapable.

He stood there for a long time, fingers trembling around the wet strap of his bag, unsure of what to do next. He didn’t sleep that night. Couldn’t. Instead, he opened his laptop and began searching tracing the same path Ash must’ve taken. The orphanage. The fire that closed it. Court records sealed. Mentions of unethical psychological testing under the guise of “cognitive empathy development.” A handful of names. No mention of August Hale at least not two of them. His name wasn’t real. Or maybe it never belonged only to him. He shut the laptop with a snap and pressed his palms into his eyes.

Not ever. ---

"Mr. Bennett, the anonymous donor who gave you a kidney after you escaped the kidnappers… We compared the records with Ms. Catherine Wolfe. The data shows the kidney matches her exactly." Theo snatched the papers. His face drained of color in an instant.

Under the streetlight stood a tall man, snow collecting in his dark hair. I blinked, hardly believing what I saw. I murmured, "Christopher?" Christopher Joyner turned toward me, his face lighting up despite the freezing air. His nose was red from the cold, and in his hands was a bouquet. He smiled as he walked toward me. "Didn't you say you wanted to see the first snow with the person you love most?" My chest tightened. He had been working late just last night, yet because of one offhand comment I had made, he caught a red-eye flight just to see me.

"When I heard about your story, I felt touched. I wanted the team to know about this brave young boy who saved my friend's life when she was trying to save his." He says now lowering his body to match Josh's height against the door. I try not to react to his words. Josh did save me but I never told him that. "Josh, please come out." He says softly and the door opens not too long after to reveal a sad Josh who makes his way to him to give him a hug. My heart breaks a little because he never lets me hug him but I'm happy to see him face to face with his hero. We leave the toilet once people start getting in and looking at us funny then go into a room I've never seen before. Ezra explains that

"She got here a week ago, no form of identification whatsoever. Apparently they couldn't retrieve anything from the accident, partly because there wasn't anything. It's a miracle she's alive." She'd continued saying as they made their way into the ICU department. "Then how did you know her..." "She had on a necklace that said Kayla, but we still didn't know who she was. Or if that was even her name." She'd said cutting him off. Clearly already knowing the question he was going to ask. Aaron knew exactly what necklace she was talking about. It was the first jewelry he'd ever bought for her. He'd made her promise to never take it off, no matter what. Even if they'd fought or were not together

In a moment of desperation, the witch launched one last desperate attack towards me, but Liam, with his swiftness and werewolf agility, jumped in front, protecting me from the fatal blow. The witch's attack was her last breath of evil. With Morgana defeated, the darkness that hung over Ravenbrook slowly dissipated, leaving room for light and hope. The group gathered, exhausted but triumphant. I hugged Liam tightly, thanking him for his unwavering courage and love. Victoria joined us, and the trio shared a moment of relief and gratitude that the threat was over. The town of Ravenbrook loomed before us, silent and serene. The inhabitants were unaware of the battle that had raged across their l

Dad blurted out, and those words echoed in my eardrums like a thousand claps of thunder. “Never,” I snapped abruptly, earning a dreadful stare from Dad. “Fine, the child can stay with you and enjoy parental love. I will always do my part as a father to her; but I can never marry Fiona, Never!” I added bitterly. “You must, and that’s final,” he retorted, his face contorting in rage.