Wild Card From We Can Be Heroes Novels & Stories

Chapter 113 – The Golden Spark’s Dawn The golden star pulsed gently in the nexus’s starfield, its warm light a beacon amidst the familiar constellations—the wolf, the witch, and **“Unity Is Strength”**. Jessica walked the new path, her companions close, the hollowness in her chest still present but softer, like a scar rather than a wound. Defeating the Void Weaver—her own darkness given form—had restored the nexus’s balance, but the gold star’s glow felt like a promise and a question. Was her spark truly reborn, or was it another thread in the eternal loom? The Void Weaver’s final scream echoed in her mind, a reminder that the darkness was never truly gone.

"I watched your competition livestream. You were amazing. Congratulations on making it to the next round." For a moment I froze, lost in memories. He used to be the one who wore my victories like they were his own. "Elara, I still love you. I was never truly against your dream. Once Celia has the baby, everything will go back to the way it was. Why do you have to make such a scene?" I looked at him and let out a sharp laugh.

“Then be kind. Be brave. Tell truth even when it’s hard. Stand up for people who can’t stand up for themselves. That’s what real heroes do.” “She’ll be something special,” Alex said. “She already is. Because she’s growing up knowing love is stronger than fear. Truth matters more than money. Fighting for what’s right is always worth it.” That evening, after guests had left and Emma was asleep, Alex and I stood on our back porch watching stars emerge. “Any regrets?” he asked. “None. Even the hardest parts led us here. “Not even the depression? The threats? The fear?” “Not even those. They taught me who I am.

Guns raised, one of them shouting something about phones, about staying down, about nobody being a hero tonight. And I remember, all at once, the man with the clipboard. I should have said something. I told myself it was nothing. The room drops to the floor around me in pieces—tables overturning, glass breaking somewhere near the bar—and I go down with them. --- POV: Haley Nathan's hand finds mine before I even look for him. We're under a table with a dozen other people, someone's elbow in my ribs, and his grip doesn't loosen the entire time the masked men move through the room collecting watches and phones and whatever else people are too scared to refuse to hand over.

Jason couldn't keep up appearances anymore as he shouted, "She's already dead! What else do you want?!" I took a step back and shouted, "I want her to pay the price she deserves!"

Annie’s eyes got big as she shook her head, she’d never heard Beau mention anything like that at all, “Neat.” “You didn’t know about it?” Stolas reached over and grabbed her hand, threading their fingers together. “No,” She said, “I, I don’t think that Beau could do that.” “Only true alpha’s can.” Candy said as she pulled out her phone. Sending a quick message to Eli before tucking it back into her pocket. A slow smile spread across her face as she leaned forward, brushing her fingers over Annie’s bare shoulder. “So what happened this morning, with yoga?”

I took my phone out and recited my number, which he dialed and instantly my phone rang with an unknown number. “ By the way, I am Zack,” he says, smiling. And I am a miserable writer,searching for inspiration. “I’m Winter” “Great. I'll see you around Winter” . “Bye” I waved at him and soon it started to drizzle. So much for losing my fats. I rushed towards one of the buildings seeking shelter. The skies rumbled with angry thunder, lighting blinking furiously like a raged thor striking his hammer.

She even cooked up a scheme to have me killed in a blaze. In this life, I decided to ditch the hero act and just let people live their own lives.

Her voice cracks, the last word spat like a challenge or perhaps a prayer. She thinks of the stories in the group chats and the cautionary tales whispered in Omega support groups: bright, ambitious girls who show up at freshman orientation, only to vanish midway through the first semester. Some reappear years later, glazed-eyed and pliant, their academic dreams replaced by a different kind of purpose. Most don’t come back at all. Lyric's mother warned her every summer—never trust an Alpha in a confined space, never fall asleep with the door unlocked, never believe that your bond is stronger than your ambition. But no warning or suppressant regimen could have prepared her for the reality of i

"Hell no, Ram, we’re in the hospital, and since you’re wounded, I doubt you’ll be able to perform well enough to please me." Lexie said, shaking her head as she laughed again when Ram whispered. "Well, I can’t indeed, but I’m sure you can ride daddy…" -THE END Follow for book two