The Unlikely War Hero Novels & Stories

He didn’t speak until we ducked into a narrow alley behind a row of shuttered shops. There, he turned to me, finally letting the pretense of perfect calm slip for just a second. “Are you okay?” he asked. It was the first time he’d ever asked. I wanted to say yes. Or no. Or scream, or cry, or maybe just laugh at the absurdity of standing in a garbage-strewn alley, with the city’s most dangerous man and a gun in my hand. Instead, I said the one thing I really needed to know. “Whose war is this?”

He lowered his head in a form of respect and looked up at me. “Alpha Levi has managed to convince the council to understand the reason for the war and now approval has been granted.” “About time…” I said and dismissed him afterwards. Once the door close back, Becky returned with my armor and I turned around and allow her wear the heavy metal on my body. “Do you still miss Damien?” Becky asked, as she adjusted the weight on my hips. “Ofcourse I still love Damien. I am only killing the soldiers and making sure that he stays alive for me.”

Roman POV I got an urgent mind link from my warriors to get to my brother Reign’s home, my pulse hammering in my chest as I raced there. I contacted by mind link my oldest brother, Hamza, and a few trusted warriors to meet me there. Calling on my wolf, I pushed through the terrain as fast as I could, grabbing only a t-shirt and joggers, which I tied around my neck to change into later. Every second mattered. Every second was a chance to prevent more suffering.

Reading about the life of the man who had become his rival gave Arnold a deep sense of satisfaction. “So he really did suffer so much outside the palace.” “Oh, one more thing, General Reed.” “Yes?” “General Lee was once kidnapped and thrown into the sea, but he survived. The person who saved him was HC.” “HC? You mean Hector Corwell?” Arnold asked. The man nodded. “Yes, General. Hector Corwell kept his identity a secret and never even appeared in public. People know him as HC. He’s the number one businessman in this country.” “Huh? What did you say?”

Everyone knew his parents died during the war against the Chimeras while sealing all of them in an alternate dimension. But no one knew why Mars had to die… The war was going so well that his death shouldn't have been necessary, even more so with someone as powerful as his mother by his side. "All of this happened because of his naivety. All of this, because he trusted the wrong person… "The almighty hero of the mortal world, died because of a woman." Lilith uttered, and Sol, as he heard those words, felt that the earth crumbled underneath his feet…

He is quite the double-crosser. “Fenrir has taken a lot from us. He has taken our soldiers, females, and children. And soon he will take away your father’s territory and pride. But if you become an ally, we might be able to stop him.” “Why not wage war against him? Take the war to his doorstep when he is off guard.” I blurted out. “We can not afford another war with Fenrir. He is an unstoppable force, we can not win him. But if we know his plans, his strengths and weaknesses... we can use that against him and ruin him from the inside.” Ryker said, his tone turning conspiratorial.

I’m not sure what’s causing it yet, but my bet is there was probably an accident or something’. Almost immediately after I sent that text, Liam responded. Liam: ‘Oh. Sorry about that. Are you good over there? Want me to fly out and pick you up Superman style?’ Seeing that made me laugh and roll my eyes because this man just always knew how to make me smile even when I was stressed out. Me: ‘Boy, please. If Superman were real, he’d most definitely not be you. You are way too lazy to be him’. Liam: ‘Rude! But you’re probably right ;)’

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

This, coupled with his ability to manipulate and control energy, adds an electrifying touch to his heroic endeavors. It is worth noting that Adonis's charisma and quick wit are undeniable. He often exhibits a witty and sharp sense of humor, making him a captivating presence both in and out of battle. However, his demeanor and cockiness, fueled by his unshakable confidence in his speed, have often proven problematic in social settings. Unfortunately, this has led many to perceive him as a jerk or a douche. Nevertheless, beneath the layers of arrogance lies a hero with a strong moral compass and an unwavering dedication to protecting the innocent.