There Are No Heroes In War Novels & Stories

I sent a message to Violet to send the people to the safe house and to the fighters to be on alert. Noah and I then left the office and as soon as we got out, people were swarming in and the fight began. We started fighting and we had the upper hand, but it seemed like their numbers were never-ending. I noticed that these guys weren't good with swords and it seemed like Jake had just sent them to war to die. "These guys aren't warriors," Noah said through the link and I told him I had been thinking the same thing. "Why would Jake just send people to war if it's not pure wickedness?" I couldn't help but ask myself.

"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."

One moment he was with the officers and Claire was hurrying inside and the next second, he found himself all alone in the dark when a man suddenly popped from nowhere and now threatening to kill him. He had a gun quietly stuck from his side, but he knows that if he pull it out, he should also have the courage to pull the trigger. “I will be considered a hero in our gang if I kill you, and we will then have less of a pain in our ass.” The man dug the muzzle on Max’s forehead, it felt hot on his skin as if it was just recently been fired. He stared at the man, memorizing his features for his reference when he hunts him down in hell. Max closed his eyes, slowly embracing his damned fate.

The fat boy commented with clear sarcasm in his voice. Everyone burst into laughter at his sarcastic comment except for the redheaded girl. “Well full disclosure, she is indeed the legendary mate-less warrior.” Everyone gasped at her statement. “That’s ridiculous! We were never told that the mate-less one existed and I can assure you that I’m a straight A student in history!” The fat boy bragged otherwise. “Yeah, how could that be?” The cute voice spoke up again and everyone did the same. They had never been told about the existence of the mate-less one, not even their parents.

"My daughter's biological father was a war hero!" "A war hero?" Miriam blocked our path. "You say he's a hero—who's going to believe that?" She stepped closer, almost right in our faces. "I'd advise you to drop this. Save your energy and start reconsidering your options. Some schools just aren't meant for certain people." Mom's hands were shaking with rage. "What business is it of yours? What we do is our own business!" Miriam let out a scoff and brushed past us. But as her bodyguards followed, one of them deliberately shoved Mom—hard. She tumbled down the wet steps, landing in a heap on the soaked pavement.

Nicholas said still staring at me. I wrinkled my face at him. "Really?" "What?" "That's such a cheesy line and I've read it in too many romance novels to know what it means." | said and that seemed to have Nicholas interest because he sat up from the bed. "Oh yeah, what does it mean?” Nicholas asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at his piqued interest. "The hero says something like that to the heroine and she momentarily forgets herself. Before you know it, they are making sex memories."

They lose, their coming generations for their failure. But today, everything was totally different. Today everything was safe, easy, and perfect. No more chaos, war. Things are just running smoothly. You can't know who is the true hero. Who is really ready to place his life on the frontline to protect his or her nation? No more war to show that. Life is safe, easy, and perfect. But it is boring.

A few days passed and the war between the club’s world and the common world grew in size with larger areas being affected. During this period of time, some less powerful, smaller countries were already conquered by the clubs’ world. It was a war of ideologies, but also a cleansing for mankind. At the same time, it was an era when heroes were born. Countless people died in the war, countless stories of moving deeds were born, and countless heroes came to be. Countless families were destroyed and many lives were taken on the battlefield.

And if I want to be respected, I needed to show them that I should be and that I do not tolerate anyone who disrespects me. “All I am saying is how it wouldn’t be fair for me to fight you if you use magic,” he said trying to explain. “Well let me also tell you this,” I said as I walk into the front standing beside Jericho, “And all of you should listen well. Nothing is fair in war. And your enemies regardless of who they are will never stop themselves from hurting you. They wouldn’t care at all. Do you know why? Because all they have in mind is to defeat you, capture you, torture you, or kill you. So don’t ever think that you have some kind of advantage because the truth is, you don’t.”

I glanced at the book again and decided to start reading. I started to read the Preface of the book. And the sooner my eyes began to soar through the book's pages, the sooner I felt new. I've never thought of an enemy disguised as a friend before. But then I only have one. I glanced at Minnie. Is she an enemy? And then the book said enemies often offer help but are really empty promises. I realized Minnie was no enemy. When the book started talking about sociologists and psychologists stating that in the beginning, tribal wars were brutal and referred to as some kind of ritual of violence about heroism and strength, I thought: This is how I think!--that wars are full of fighting and brutalit