There Are No Heroes In War Novels & Stories

Nevertheless, she knew that it couldn't be this easy. Heroes have to dare something. They never follow others blindly. In a flock of sheep there is no room for heroism. It isn’t the masses, but individuals who become heroes, and along their way, the entire world would stand against them. They would move against resistance: a bit like runners in a rushing storm.

I doubt it was any easier than it is now, they just forgot the uncertainty, the fear of not knowing when an enemy would come up to you and pull the trigger. During a war, safety isn't guaranteed. Death is. In our line of work, your life is always on the line no matter what, but when there's a war the risk increases ten-fold. Not that anyone would ever admit that they were scared. Everyone’s a hero in their own minds - and so are all the men who died during that time. Everyone falls quiet when Enzo pulls a chair over and takes a seat at the table. He wasn’t part of the family back then, and he can’t contribute to the current conversation.

“You pulled me from that alley. You gave me a home. You gave me love. You gave me children. Everything I did… was for you. For us.” Heros knelt in front of me, holding my face with both hands. “And we’re going to keep building this. Together. No more unnecessary wars. We’re going to raise our children in a world where they can choose their own path… without having to carry the weight we carried.” The night continued, light and profound at the same time.

"There are no heroes or villains. We are all products of war. The war that you have started." It lets out a series of rumbles that I think is its version of a laugh. "Do not fool yourself. We are both just pawns, but even pawns can pick the right side." I freeze. "What do you mean?" It doesn't continue. It just slowly approaches me, making me dance between the planes of this imagined existence and the harshness of reality.

X thought he was fighting a war he had already won. He was about to discover he had been fighting the wrong enemy. The real war started now. And this time, there were no rules. No mercy. No limits. Just survival. Or extinction. One way or another, it ended soon.

My hands and legs were trembling of fear—of fear of something out of my control—of losing Iris—of losing the only family I had left. Iris and Frost followed. I just watched Iris and Frost engaged in an intense argument, and I couldn’t fucking talk like I lost my tongue, my voice. “And then what? You wanna be a hero, huh, twig? Well, let me spell it out for you, Iris. Heroes die. Look at the fucking world around you, no one remembers heroes anymore. No one cares! You don’t get a goddamn statue at the museum, or you won't even be remembered, and no one appreciates shits anymore. This is not a fucking fantasy that you'll get a chance to live again. Just open up your goddamn mind for a fucking s

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.

Shadows stretched long across the walls. “Why aren’t we fighting back?” Riven hissed under his breath. “Why are we hiding like rats?” Kael turned, close enough that Riven could feel the heat off his skin. “Because charging blind gets people killed.” His voice dropped, softer now. “I’m not losing you. Not you.” Riven’s throat closed. He wanted to scream, to argue, but the raw honesty in Kael’s tone cut him in half. Before he could answer, Jesse suddenly cried out, pointing upward.

But Talia would never forget how her six mates begged her to run away with or without Diana. In these troubled times, the selfishness of the so-called heroes of the Alliance—the pillars of freedom—laid bare. Their greed to protect their shortcomings won, yet their so-called ‘sin’ stemmed from the fear of losing their loved ones. It was not the fear of dying, rather, it was the daunting possibility of witnessing the death of their precious family members. Talia did not condone their behavior. Though she could not relate to this, she did not shy away from the true face of war.

“Why didn't you try to help her, maybe she could have helped you with peace and—” “You sound ridiculous. There is no morality when it comes to war. There are only two things - dead and alive. I chose to live. Only a fool will let go of his own poison into the hands of another at the risk of being killed by the same one.” She stood up abruptly, the tears rolling down her cheeks. “Did you even try?”