Too Many Losing Heroines Ending Novels & Stories

The world fading from view as Keena and I both cross into the Moon Goddess’s realm. ~~~~~~~~~~ Tori No! Not her. Anyone but her! Please! Hot steady tears continuing to fall as I witness my mother take her last and final breath. Her eyes closing one final time never to open as Rune and I sob. My arms still holding her as we carefully rock back and forth. The fighting now fading into the background as the Rogues who attacked begin to pull away. A few casualties lingering from those who weren’t so lucky to win and perished at the hands of our Warriors.

So tired. And I wondered if this was finally too much. If this was the loss that broke me. If I'd finally reached my limit. Phoenix was gone. Eva was sacrificed. Sarah was dead. The cycle continued. And I was just old woman in a garden, crying because I'd taught my family to be heroes and heroes always paid terrible prices. I'd done this. I'd built this. I'd taught them this. And I didn't know if I was proud or ashamed. Didn't know if I'd saved the world or ruined my family.

They all came to a conclusion that maybe it is because she seemed very innocent, that older men would always prefer younger women. After leaving the voicemail, she got up from her bed. She slid the door which handle was made of golden metal, walked out into the balcony and spread her arms in front of her, touched the metal railing which was made of wood, and the balcony wall made of glass. She closed her eyes and breathed, then put her right hand on her chest. She opened her eyes, and whispered, "I am going after you, Jonathan Albertson. No matter what." She went back in the room, slid the door closed behind her and dialed a number. "Hi," she said cheerfully. "Yes, please, a ticket to Los An

As realization dawned on him that he couldn’t control me to join his side, his expression changed to horror. Then he looked around us and his confidence returned once more. "We are already winning! You have chosen the losing side. See the pathetic state of your fellow Gods!" he mocked me. I turned around and saw that some of the Gods were injured and the demons were still larger in number. The Titans with their greater magic were facing off the most powerful Gods including Zeus. The field which looked green and beautiful just a while ago was now covered in ashes and carnage. Everywhere I looked around, my eyes were greeted with destruction.

My eyebrows knitted even further, looking at her intently. “You know why” I shook my head in denial. She looked hurt, and I didn't like seeing her look like that. It wasn't fair to make her sad. But I had to know, I needed to understand. “How does being a hero end so horribly,” she said softly, her gaze fixed on her bare feet. “How did I end up in this situation? How could I have such an awful past? Why do people hate heroes so much?” Tears brimmed in her eyes and she looked so miserable.

Her moan was oozing around the mafia boss's house while she reached her hands to her lover being hit by the mafia boss's men. The hero tried to fight back while the heroine was getting pounded in front of him. The ecstasy and adrenaline the hero was experiencing helped him take down the men who stopped him. In the ending, the police came, and they were able to rescue both of them. Still, in an unexpected event, the leading guy got shot behind his back while embracing the heroines and thought everything was already okay, but as an evil writer like me, nope, it will be not.

Plotting. This woman in my bed… she was the greatest prize he’d ever lost. A woman who had once been completely under his thumb, now the CEO of the company he owned, and married to the man he hated. He wouldn't rest until he had destroyed her. Until he had destroyed us. I wouldn't let that happen. Losers like Lucas had predictable patterns. When they couldn't win through force or strategy, they resorted to deceit. They sought out allies in the shadows, people who shared their resentment and had nothing left to lose.

"There are others. Others who learned what I learned. Who want to destroy your omega movement. This is not over. It is just beginning." Then she died. Simply stopped breathing. Without the dark magic sustaining her, her ancient body gave out. I caught Selene as she collapsed. "You did it. You saved us." "We did it together, Mama." We had won. But at what cost? Five warriors dead. Ten more badly wounded. And Moira's final words echoing in my mind. There are others. This was not over. It was just beginning.

When she was completely out of my sight I just calmed down. I slowly closed the door and took a deep breath. Trying to calm my tense nerve, to think deeply about my situation. Of all the fantasy-romance books I've read, they might be all different, but there's one thing that sets them the same. That is, villains always perish, and will always die at the end of the story. The death of a villain means world peace and death of a hero means war. I breathe a heavy sigh. Okay, Nina Facelo. We need to plan; we have to survive. We need to survive! ========

CENTRAL PROTAGONIST NO LONGER REQUIRED. Elena felt something inside her loosen. Not role. Pressure. Lucas woke. “What happened?” Adrian whispered: “Almost done.” Lucas rubbed his eyes. “Did I miss the ending?” Everyone froze. Then laughed. Even Root. Especially Elena. “No,” she said. “There isn't one ending.” Lucas yawned. “That sounds exhausting.” “Yes.” The field changed. CENTRAL NARRATIVE CLOSURE AVAILABLE. No options. No threats. Just available.