Anti Protagonist Novels & Stories

A typical spoiled brat, brainless and spineless, only acting tough because of who he knew. "This guy is such a coward," Antonio sneered, a hint of disgust lingered in his indifferent gaze. Dealing with this kind of person would be an insult to him if he took action. Wow, such a low level. He even despised being the target. Shooting him would lower his standards.

"They… vanished me when I was only trying to protect them." "or you were only trying to kill them." "if I wanted to kill them, I would have and if I did, who would serve me? All I wanted was the chance to unleash my powers," he said to me. "What powers?" I asked, my voice thick with emotion. I knew that Antonio was a rogue, an outcast from his pack, but for some reason, he would never accept him. I had heard a lot about this rogue and how ruthless he was. Especially how he treated the she-wolves around him every single day.

he said with a grin on his face, but his eyes were still full of hatred. “You know about my father?” the man did not take his eyes away from me as he walked in my direction. “In every life, we have antagonist and protagonist. Living is like a world of the movies, and your father was the protagonist of the City.” after hearing his words, I almost lost my breath, but I tried to remain calm. “If you are my father’s enemy, why are you treating me like this?” the man stared at me while the grin faded from his face.

She was dangerous and unreliable under personal threat, but devastating if leveraged correctly. Devan followed. He was the one with the protector instinct carved straight into his spine, known for his predictable heroism. He would always choose the same wrong option if it meant saving someone else. He would step into fire without checking if it burned. Antonio knew that, I was sure. He counted on it. Marcus was easier. Guilt-ridden. Passive. Desperate for redemption. He wanted absolution more than survival, and that made him pliable, easy to maneuver, and harder to control.

[The host's anger towards each character 1. Male lead: Duncan Hiddleston: 75% - currently has an increasing trend. 2. Female lead: Maris Jane: 45% - currently has an upward trend. 3. Female eight: Oriana Alice: 0% - the current level remains the same. 4. Male minor character, odd: Theodore Mark: 0% - current level remains the same. Please end the statistics table.] “App upgrade is getting better and better. What if I intervene to help a character I like?”

“Am I a bad daughter for keeping it cold between the two of us? Should I just follow him and let him have me?” Angelo brushed my hair with his fingers. The sunlight that strikes behind him, makes him more attractive than ever. “You’re not a bad person for what you did. He’s the wrong one. The villain. The antagonist in your own story. You did that because he ruined your family. Instead of being a father, he chose to kill the people you love. Although it’s unfair that you’re siding with Mila rather than him, it’s an acceptable choice.” “Do you think we’re going to accomplish what we’ve started? Are we going to win?”

The Beta refused, trying to grab at my hand on his neck. “If he won’t submit, you will need to end this,” Anders broke in through mindlink. I looked up, seeing him standing at the trees. “It does not good to take him captive. We already have both Alphas. And, this guy is an asshole. He was going to force you to mate with him and he was going to rape you.” “Submit.” I snarled as I spoke, my claws digging deeper into his neck. His eyes held his defiance. He had no intention of submitting.

Adrian struggled for words. "That's monstrous." "Welcome to politics." Cassian's smile was bitter. "Still want to save me? I'm not just a tragic individual, Elian. I'm the living symbol of a persecuted people. Saving me means standing against your entire kingdom's worldview." I know, Adrian thought. In the original novel, that's why Cassian becomes a "villain"—he's fighting against systemic oppression. But the hero frames it as conquest, and everyone believes him. "Yes," Adrian said firmly. "I still want to try. Because this—" he gestured to the peaceful market, "—deserves to exist. You deserve to exist. And anyone who thinks otherwise is wrong."

So even though Freddy and Jason might just be a fragment of fiction, well it doesn't mean that you are already safe from their real-life counterparts. If you think about it, psychopaths are vaguely similar to morally capable people. And yes, there are ways we could differentiate them from each other but that doesn't mean MCPs are better. It just all points out on what we choose to become. With that I believe that the characters actions in this story are not limitedly portrayed as an antagonist or protagonist in that matter, as I'm particular that there is not one antagonist or protagonist in this story… if you are wondering which is which, I'm confident to leave that to your imagination.

“I’ll see that you have a permanent job and a place to stay, given you’re sober.” Fuck. What am I doing? Pushing my hands deep into my pockets, I stared at him. His jaw had gone slack, and he stared back at me. I didn’t have to do this. Offering to pay his debt so he would testify was within reason, but offering a job? I turned and walked away. I wasn’t furious at Martha Pennington anymore. The woman might have failed my father, but she won as a mother. Yes, that was it. My chuckle was humorless. She helped my mother to save her son.