Too Young To Be A Hero Novels & Stories

She swallows. “But heroes aren’t supposed to keep secrets.” I let out a slow breath. “I don’t know.” She finally looks over. “No?” I shake my head. “I think sometimes heroes are just people trying to survive.” She studies me for a second. “My mom should’ve told me.” “Maybe.” “I could’ve helped.” “You were sixteen.” “I still could’ve—” “No.” I don’t raise my voice. I don’t have to. She goes quiet. “You were a kid.”

Pushing my body against his, I tried to turn us over on the bed and put myself on top, but he stopped me. — I want you so much, it's painful — he whispered, spreading wet kisses across my neck. — I want you too much. — But I can't do that, not while you're a child. Let's wait. In a month, you'll turn eighteen and become an adult. It won't be easy, this waiting, but we can do it.

Ryan informed them all. "It's gonna be okay, I assure you she's too small to be put in jail," Ashley comforted Linda, who was worried about her little daughter's fate. "Probably Juvenile," Ryan said in a cold tone and went out. Suzanne went out also, carrying Patches and Ethan followed her. Ashley sighed and went after them. Soon the door was flung open. Some heroes in their youth came in. They were only three. "Hero League," the tallest that stood in the middle flashed his ID card. The guy and girl that stood beside him also flashed theirs.

All they basically did was train and foster a great team work among themselves. Normally, when students were 13-14 years of age, they voluntarily signed up for the Hero-League exam. An exam that allowed the Sequins (that's the major heads in the Hero League) to find out which teenager had the capabilities needed for a true hero. This exam was called the Thriox.

She found out that we needed help even though we doesn't look like weaklings. She knows nothing about us and I'm sure that both of them doesn't have the ability to fight, unlike me and Cayden. She trusted us too much and I'm afraid that someone might take advantage of them. Their too vulnerable and precious and some greedy humans might take advantage of them. That's both a bad and a good thing. She should train herself to know those who can be trusted and those who don't deserve her trust. Not everyone is just here for help and not everyone is kind. I guess she is too young to know that. I mean, how old is she? Based on her looks, I think she's just six or seven? I don't know all I know is t

"Because some choices are about who we want to be, not what we want to have. And I wanted to be someone who saves innocent children. Even when it costs everything." "That's very brave, Mom." "Or very stupid. I'm still not sure which." "Both. Both is good." Euna hugged her. "I love you. And I'm proud you chose right even when it was hard. That's what heroes do." "I'm not a hero, baby. I'm just a mom trying not to screw up too badly." "Same thing."

“The Alliance doesn’t need Otherworlders who simply want to grow strong to avoid dangers. What they need are heroes who will face danger head-on and save the world from peril.” It was a tough task, one that shouldn’t be thrust on mere teenagers. But for the people of H’Trae, 16 Years was the legal age for humans. That was why the Summoning Spell had been so specific to summon high-schoolers who were that age. The younger a person was, the more malleable they were to training, and the higher their growth potential would be. That was why the Alliance needed their saviors to be as young as possible, but also adults.

What a thing to say when you're so young, but in this world miracles can happen. I was 12 when I did my appraisal, inspectors from all over the kingdom were traveling through towns to appraise future potential, in the face of the increasing number of rifts, and it was probably the happiest day of my life. "You are from the Hero branch." Dreams come true, I wanted it so much, I helped people so much, to live in the name of heroes, and finally, I was one. Hero is also the strongest class, I trained a lot alone or with other kids and never got beaten.

"A hero? But Jefferson, you are a hero." I stared at him, a frown on my tiny face. "What are you talking about Dad? I'm not a hero. I stared at the floor. "I'm just a five year old that speaks good grammar. That's not even a superpower." "Jefferson, you've been a hero since the day you were born. Albeit a shy one, but a hero nonetheless. If you weren't, would I have shown you your great grandfather's house? " I cocked my head to the side.

"Hey. Am I invisible to you?" The men finally glanced his way, as if noticing him for the first time. With how young he looked, none of them paid him any mind. One of them snapped impatiently, "Get lost, kid. This has nothing to do with you." "We don't want to touch a minor, so run along while you still can. If you mess up our plan, you won't like what happens to you." "A pipsqueak like you shouldn't be playing hero. Keep this up and you'll end up crying for your mommy with your teeth knocked out."