You Too Can Become A Hero Novels & Stories

It's a simple choice. But how to become strong? Accept your weakness, embrace your fears, and hug your dreams. Have an honest conversation with yourself. Find your own way. Make your own plan. Fall. Learn. Fall. Repeat. Just accept that no one will come and save you and make you a strong person. Almost 90% of the fight and work will be done by you. The rest can be others, with their presence, words, understanding, love, care, and prayers. Where most people lose is that they keep crying about not getting enough from that 10% And in that whining and crying about that 10% they miss working on that 90% That’s why most people are stuck where they are. They refuse to accept responsibility for thei

"Are you proud when you can master those weapons?" "Of course. I felt strong, and I was no longer haunted by fear. Since then I was determined to be great in order to be feared by my enemies. I'm sick of seeing the bad guys bother the good guys. I want to become a hero who can get rid of all the bad people from this cruel world.” Hazel grinned scornfully. “Wow, what a noble goal.” "You can think of me as a lousy liar, I don't care." “You're behaving like that again, pretending to not care,” Hazel snorted furiously.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be alive today." "I wouldn't have been able to follow my dream." "I wouldn't have been able to meet your son." "You must be proud." "I'm sure you are." "Proud of your children." "Proud of your wife." "But mostly, I hope you're proud of yourself." "You were laid down and buried as a hero." "A human being who was true to himself." "One who was not afraid to sacrifice their life to make sure another continued." "What you did for me, and thousands." "Every single day."

ZARA POV "Hero," I began softly, my voice close to his ear, "you truly believe that after everything I've endured here, things can simply return to how they were before? I'm sorry, but that's utter nonsense. There's no way we can pretend this never happened. This mountain, these hurtful shared experiences you put me through... they've changed me. I can't unsee what I've seen and heard, or unfeel what I've felt. I’m different now, Hero, irrevocably different.”

one day. I could become someone like that too.

“You are too young to understand the true potential of what adults can do.” “He took from you, please don’t take from me. Superheroes are selfless, they are above revenge.” He does something I’m not expecting, he places my hand in his. “Like I said, I’m no superhero.” “Yes you are, to me you are. You won’t need to heal me anymore because losing him will kill me.”

"It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.” "As crude as it may be to say that, what made your father a hero wasn't his lofty but naive ideal, neither was it his gentleness. But it was his strength. No matter what, no matter how, there was only one truth. Your father was the strongest and as such he was the representative of Justice. This is the sad truth of this world."

“There’s a reason behind it. The people they’re after are my helper. They once helped me and now is the time to pay them back. Letting them capture them is the same as feeding my helpers with poison. And what will that make me?” Mia loosened her hands from her chest and paced closer to Ala. She placed her hand on his shoulder and persuaded him. “That won’t make you a bad person. It will make you a hero, Ala. It’s difficult, but you don’t have to force yourself to go against your will on in the name of being a good guy to bad people. They don’t deserve you being on the same side as you,”

He had no patience for melodrama, so he wrote like a man making a will. I do not ask you to be brave. I ask you to be careful. You will meet men and things who believe courage is primarily an outward show. It is not. The measure of bravery I expect of you is restraint. Use the blade to protect, not to parade. Use it to turn away what cannot be argued with and to make room for the living to continue their lives. If this sounds like cowardice to those who prefer the theater of violence, let them prefer it. You carry the instrument; you choose the music it will play.

Holding her young shoulders with his hands on both sides, he answered her question softly. “Yes Erica, not only have you met some Heroes, you also have them in your life. Your Mum who seems to have sacrificed everything for you is one of the Heroes and your brother who stood up to me the first day we met and whom I am sure will always love and protect his sister, is another hero you have in your life. With all these, why else would you be searching for another hero in your life sweetheart? Some of us don’t even have one in our lives, we had to be our own heroes from a tender age.” The man finished softly and I could feel the emotions behind his words.