The Voice Of The Hero Novels & Stories

“I’ll let you know after I talk to them. See you both later, alright? The guards we have outside are Macky, Uly, Erica, and Kat. Just let them know what you need. Or you can call or text me. Bye now!” While handing out instructions, Hero gives each of his parents a quick peck on the forehead. He then grabs his leather jacket and small signature backpack then brings out his mobile. Soon, he was already on his way out, making a call to the limo driver as he rushes down the corridor to the main entrance. +++++++++++++++++++ Lyra’s smile upon reading Hero’s message was truly sincere. Right now, his encouragement is all the help she needed. Hey, if you ever need anything too, just tell me alright

He nurtured an unspoken desire to partake in battles of such magnitude, to emerge victorious. Though surrounded by a multitude of heroes, Keagan felt a kinship with those who forged their paths through adversity. The resolute determination etched upon their faces mirrored the fire that burned within him, igniting the spark of his own heroic journey. Guided by the System's voice, Keagan ventured deeper into Hero hub, searching for whatever suited him.

She could hear the muffled howls of wolves around her. “Noah!” Noah turned around expecting to see Ophelia, but it wasn’t her. When the voice called again, he followed it towards a gap formed in the line of soldiers. Hero stood on the other side, a machine gun in one hand, he shot a few men down, seemingly amused.

“If I’m a hero, it’s only because I had something to fight for.” The night dragged on, the flames crackling and popping, their warmth wrapping around us like a blanket. Jason spoke of the battle, his voice calm though I heard the undercurrents of all he’d brought with him. He spoke as though it were over, but I could hear the price he’d paid to make it so.

"Heroes don't sacrifice themselves because it's easy. They do it because it's right." Theodora considered this seriously. "When I grow up, I want to be a hero like Great-Uncle Theo." "You can be," I told her. "But being a hero doesn't always mean dying. Sometimes it means living bravely. Choosing kindness when anger is easier. Building instead of destroying. That's heroism too." She smiled and returned to playing, leaving me and Aaron alone among the archives. "The Council received something," Aaron said quietly. "A message from an unknown source. About the Architects' decision."

“You are… the Chosen Hero?” Victor looked around, fully naked in a glowing summoning circle. He sighed. “Apparently.”

"Why didn't you tell me about your problem on day one? I would have spoken louder. I wou-" She shook her head. "That's not n-necessary." "Why isn't it?" "T-t-there's something in y-your voice," she stammered nervously as she gently tugged at her fingers. "In my voice?" She nodded again. "It's h-hard to ignore." "I don't understand where you're going with this." "Your voice," she looked down as a light blush stained her cheeks, "is the only voice that I can hear perfectly."

"It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.” "As crude as it may be to say that, what made your father a hero wasn't his lofty but naive ideal, neither was it his gentleness. But it was his strength. No matter what, no matter how, there was only one truth. Your father was the strongest and as such he was the representative of Justice. This is the sad truth of this world."

I whispered, my voice hoarse. The world tilted on its axis. But I saw Hero, his eyes blazing with fury, a protective shield around him. He was going to kill them all.

“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?”