Antihero Novels & Stories

Another man asked curiously. Scott heaved "I've never seen an individual so determined as he was. He's unique." He thoughtfully replied "he knows basically too much about the hidden world. IF he's human, then he's a huge threat to us all. Not just the vampires but including the werewolves." He added emphasizing the word 'IF'. Everyone murmured unintelligibly. "But like you said, he's not." A man thought aloud. "He's not just a vampire hunter but every creatures hunter." Scott implied "he's more than a threat to us, he serves as a hero to the humans but to us within the hidden world, he's like an...anti hero."

I continued to stare at him and started seeing him in a new light. “I suppose you should know that I like writing. I don’t have anything published, but I like to write in my spare time.” He shot me another glance but returned his attention to the road once more. “Think antagonists are given a bad name as the villain, but really, they can be considered the protagonist in their own way. Some are simply there to challenge the protagonist to become a better version of themselves.” “So, in other words, you are really just a closet hero, that wears a disguise to help those that need help, even if that makes you look like that bad guy?” I laughed, at the way he noticeably cringed at my words.

“We’re made to feel as though the hero is the person we should aspire to be. These noble, self-righteous beacons of morality who are so eternally self-sacrificing that I could vomit. But do you know what they all have in common?” “Enlighten me,” he says with great interest. “They’re all alone and chances are they will always be alone. Their loved ones have either been killed as a consequence of their noble actions or have to go into hiding for safety. If push comes to shove, they will sacrifice themselves or those nearest and dearest to them for the greater good. The classic sacrificing of the one to save the many. We’re not those kinds of people, and I would never want to be. The beauty of

-I need to know why you are saying that I killed Andy," the guy answered. I frowned at what he had said. Colton never said that, never mentioned it. Darren did. -How can you prove I said that? -Colton didn't seem to be afraid of the guys. The last guy was leaning against the kitchen wall with a cigarette in his hand. The guy was tall, white, and half-bellied. -I heard over there," he replied. -First find out before you come to this house to frame me. Anyway, what difference does it make if I talked or not. You know I'm not afraid of you, Cobra, and you'd better not make me angry," he spat. Apparently Colton was very brave, and that made me even more impressed with him. A brave man, who will

I asked. “No one,” Amor said. “We are all just people trying to protect people we love by forsaking the lives of people who hold little to no values in our eyes. Killian. Zahir. Hikari. You. Me. We are all the same. We are all villains… this world has no hero because this world is no fiction.” I dropped my gaze, and so did everyone else. ‘It’s not the end…’ a voice echoed from the sky. Amor and I looked around frantically.

"This world is not for the weak Alex. The day we become weak and vulnerable...we are as good as dead." "My mother was weak...she never raised her voice against the crimes committed on her...she thought it to be moon goddess will. But I never thought that way." "I defied the world order. I went against moon goddess. I rejected my mate...I thought I could change how people think. But I was wrong Alex." "And maybe that's why I am getting punished....I am not anyone's hero Alex...I am a murderer....I have killed people mercilessly." "No Vera! You are my hero...you are the hero of every women out there...who believes Rebel will save them."

I reply, my fingers lightly brushing his. Nero’s expression softens, and he reaches out to squeeze my hand. “I’ll always come back to you, Camellia. No matter what.” Nereo finishes his story with a triumphant cheer, drawing our attention back to him. “And then the hero saved the day! Just like Daddy!” I laugh, ruffling his hair. “Just like Daddy,” I agree, my heart full as I look at the two most important people in my life. Nero shifts closer, pulling both Nereo and me into his arms, wrapping us up in a warm embrace. “We’re all heroes today,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

Hero stood on the other side, a machine gun in one hand, he shot a few men down, seemingly amused. “Hero!” Noah said, knocking down a soldier with his elbow. He noted that his friend wasn’t alone. After Hero emerged, Merrick and Oswald followed. Each had his aura protecting him from the raining bullets. As others got into the picture, the bullets were more determined to take them out. “How is it on the other side?” Noah asked. Hero jumped on a soldier, snapping his arm right off his shoulder, then turned and said. “Not as easy as we have hoped.”

He was done being restrained. Aaron Mortem first. The broken nose had been Honor’s work, which Gabriel respected, but the words that had preceded it were his to answer for. He watched football practice from the shadow of the bleachers, arms folded, assessing. Aaron was the quarterback — decent arm, reasonable instincts, the kind of athlete who coasted on physical gifts without ever being pushed hard enough to find out if there was anything real underneath. As a wolf he was underwhelming. The supernatural DNA was there — Gabriel could smell it, diluted and uncertain, the heritage of a rogue line that had never been properly trained. He doubted the kid could fully shift. He doubted the kid had

It’s like parts of me that I didn’t know were missing are now where they should be. Apolliana’s mind merges with mine, expelling the madness and any human weakness I hold until I’m who I was always meant to be. I’m no longer bogged down by empathy or love. All I feel is a sense of purpose as I take a satisfying breath and prepare to end all living creatures. This is what I was created to do. I am the destroyer, and I will fulfill my legacy. Vitality courses through my vanes until I’m the being of destruction that I was meant to be. My lip quirks with arrogance as I open the compartment and pull out an old scroll.