Antihero Novels & Stories

Tears ran down her cheeks in rivulets as she sobbed, "I'm just a girl from the countryside with no education. I don't understand the law like he does. I didn't know how to protect myself. I wanted to report him to the police, but Raphael threatened me. "I had no way out. I even thought about killing myself at one point, but Mr. James Lawson saved me! Mr. Lawson encouraged me to use the law as a means to protect myself. That's why I gave birth to the child. I want to use this opportunity to expose Raphael for the scum he truly is!" Every word had clearly been rehearsed. She delivered those lines with a look of fiery determination. Her resolute demeanor made it seem as though she truly was an

"You really think this plan is flawless, don't you?" Celeste sneered. "So what if it isn't? No one's coming to save you." I pointed toward the man standing beside her, Vincent. "Don't you get it? You're being used. You think you're some kind of warrior fighting for love, but you're just a dog doing someone else's dirty work." Her face froze. "Who are you saying is using me?" "You know exactly who. Keep this up, and you'll regret it soon enough." Before she could answer, Vincent grabbed a rock and hurled it down at us. "Don't listen to him, Celeste! He's stalling for time, waiting for rescue. Bury him now!"

The fabric slipped slightly, exposing more of my skin to his gaze. “And me?” he let out a humorless laugh, “Most of the time, I’m Alessandro Costello. A tech genius. A mobster. A killer. A hacker. A murderer. But then—” he paused, snapping open another button, “Then there’s Ghost. And Ghost? He’s pissed at the world, Red. So fucking angry. At everything. At women. Especially women. And he doesn’t even know why. He doesn’t understand what made him this way, but he’s past caring.” Alessandro’s hand stopped on the last undone button of the jacket, the fabric now barely holding its place on my shoulders and then with a mere twist of his wrist, the last button popped open.

“And I wish you find your peace, as I will try to find mine.” Max placed his flowers beside her name that states: St. Valen’s Heroine, IRIS DANE ANDERSON

Claude rolled his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest as Vincent continued. “The ones with the villain complex are more realistic and care about their survival. So, when they see someone in trouble, they ignore. But the ones with the hero complex have this misconception that they can save the whole world. So they try to be this superhero who saves everybody’s day. I think she suffers from the hero complex and so does that squirrel savior.” “You can be as selfish as you want, Vincent, but—”

The three strongest heroes in existence currently ……………………………………………………………………….. Hero Name: Apex Characteristics: Wise, strategic, and charismatic leader. Physical Features: Tall and imposing stature, with silver hair and piercing blue eyes. Ranking: S-Rank Attributes: Exceptional strength, unmatched combat skills, and the ability to manipulate energy. Hero Name: Seraphina Characteristics: Compassionate, empathetic, and skilled healer. Physical Features: Graceful and elegant, with long flowing golden hair and gentle blue eyes. Ranking: S-Rank

Hero. The word echoed in the quiet library. Sabatine stared at the screen as the segment ended. He felt a hot, confusing rush of shame and something else—a fierce, defensive rejection. He was no hero. Heroes didn’t have blood dried so deep in their fingerprints it never fully washed out. Heroes didn’t calculate collateral damage with a cold eye. He had done what was necessary. He had fought for Anton. That was all. He left the library and walked out into the grounds, the crisp autumn air doing little to clear his head. He found Anton near the old stables, overseeing the installation of a new, subtler security system.

I said, pushing him away to look him in the eye “my son’s father is going to be his idol. I do not expect you to be backing out when the first impact hits you. You have survived so many bullets that I am surprised that this one hurt you this much” “Yes, I understand that it hurts, and yes, I am very well aware that some bullets hit harder than others. But you are Dante D’Angelo, son of Angelina D’Angelo, and despite you hating him, Giovanni D’Angelo. No, I never want to compare you to him in terms of morals, or the way he acts around things. But I know one thing about that fucking bastard, and it is if he starts something, he does not stop until he’s done with it. No matter what the cost is,

"But I was." "Why!" he yelled, losing control for a moment. "They are dangerous! The things they've done, Morgan. They've looted and pillaged hundreds of towns in my pack. They've hurt too many people, my people!" I heard the betrayal in his tone and I flinched. His mate, his other half was aiding his enemy. Of course, he'll see it as a betrayal. But he couldn't see that they were my family, that my loyalty was to them way before he came along. I was not going to choose.

This is a secret criminal organization build-up of Hybrids and extraordinary beings with one mission: to destroy the world. Odin just disguises himself as an ideal loving father, but in reality, he's an identified species. Heck, I even don't know if he's a werewolf or a vampire. For me, he's a monster. He is so powerful. His powers can be comparable to God. He gave me to Leandro, a brilliant genius, and they started experimenting with my body. I don't know what they're doing in my body. And every single day, I begged them to stop. But every time I show weakness, they beat me up to death.