There Are No Heroes In War Novels & Stories

Instead, it felt important because for the first time in weeks, nobody was arguing about prophecies or discussing ancient secrets. Draven’s attention shifted toward the fortress grounds below. His expression grew more serious as he watched another group of warriors crossing the courtyard. “They’ll reach us by tomorrow afternoon.” The enemy was coming, and there was no point pretending otherwise. I followed his gaze. The warriors below looked so normal. That was the strange thing about war. The people preparing for it rarely looked like heroes. They looked like fathers, brothers, friends, people with homes to return to. The realization tightened something inside my chest.

"Why indecent?" "Well, you want to know things we don't want to talk about here." Raen shrugged. “You talk about war, about violence and about our enemy as if it were nothing! Raen, this is very bad. It brings bad luck to bring these evil things to life by speaking of them. Take an example from our warriors. They never say a word about what they experienced, never! And there are no doubt very terrible incidents with which they come into contact. But thanks to their reluctance we are saved from experiencing them too. The warriors are our protective shield, that is their job. Do you understand Raen? We don't have to deal with these things. So finally stop wanting to talk about it. It's best to

I liked to think of it as a gift from the goddess. I had heard the battle from our house in town. They had made it to the nicest neighborhood in town, a neighborhood full of stuck-up pricks. I had been more than elated to hear that many of them met a sticky ending. Jake was just as stupid as most little boys, infatuated with the thought of battle. Oh, how they all want to be heroes. If you ask me, I blame it on all those stupid cartoon’s he watched. I was never interested in being a hero. There were too many rules to follow. Villains had no rules, they had no limits.

Because war wasn’t coming. It was already here.

– I blurted out with an air of skepticism, almost spitting out the coffee I had just sipped in my mouth. - Relax… we are not going to burn down the lab or anything. Since your project also depends on him now, well, we need to guarantee he's kept alive. - She winked. - Right? - You have to outsmart him. War tactics also include playing the role of the silent, peaceful, lovely enemy, who is always ready for any attack. Preparation is everything, darling. It's half the war won. - Okay? - I must confess that there were times when Susie surprised me, or scared me. And that was one of them, and I just could not decide which was it this time. It could easily be both.

I glared at Kincaid and retorted, "That's not stupid! They're heroes who died fighting for their families!" Kincaid said with a sneer, "Apart from praising them as heroes when you heard what I said, what else did they leave behind? How many people still remember them? Once death, there is nothing left. As long as the people are still alive, there is an infinite possibility. Their kind of sacrifice is just meaningless." I shook my head and said, "There is always something more important than life in this world. You will never understand."

“I'm the protagonist of a very exceptional story... The hero's journey is indisputable here...” Khalid smiled and could only shake his head lightly at Sophy’s train of thought. “The problem is that this is real, Sophia.” Khalid advised her earnestly. “I know it is... That's why I know that there's a very slim chance of a happy ending... We’ll fight until we can’t fight anymore... But all wars have casualties. Not even the main characters are safe from that certainty. It's highly likely that I'll die and that whatever resides within me, will escape and create chaos and destroy everything.” Sophy said.

Hero stood on the other side, a machine gun in one hand, he shot a few men down, seemingly amused. “Hero!” Noah said, knocking down a soldier with his elbow. He noted that his friend wasn’t alone. After Hero emerged, Merrick and Oswald followed. Each had his aura protecting him from the raining bullets. As others got into the picture, the bullets were more determined to take them out. “How is it on the other side?” Noah asked. Hero jumped on a soldier, snapping his arm right off his shoulder, then turned and said. “Not as easy as we have hoped.”

I asked. “No one,” Amor said. “We are all just people trying to protect people we love by forsaking the lives of people who hold little to no values in our eyes. Killian. Zahir. Hikari. You. Me. We are all the same. We are all villains… this world has no hero because this world is no fiction.” I dropped my gaze, and so did everyone else. ‘It’s not the end…’ a voice echoed from the sky. Amor and I looked around frantically.

This is World War III. The war started in neighbouring countries and distant countries, England thought they were safe But like every other country, they were dragged into the hellfire. It did not start out small, it started with a bang, and unfortunately, that bang started centre of London. I remember that night like it was yesterday, Everyone was slightly nervous of the ongoing war surrounding England, but we all felt like nothing would happen because nothing did happen, For awhile. You don't fully understand the pain people endure until you are enduring it yourself, and that is when regret is felt, You sympathise with others and you wish you had helped the ones in need when you could’ve b