Antihero Novels & Stories

Like that show Dexter. I mean, it does kind of fit. Maverick seems to kill people for fun, but he has a code. He doesn’t kill women—well, unless they’re really evil—and he doesn’t hurt kids. And he likes to hurt the ones who are deprived the most. So does that make him bad or good? Like an antihero, or am I just thinking that because I am starting to really like him? Which is insane. “Marley’s sleeping? They left the door wide open.” Isaac whispered.

“So we’re not just cursed. We’re weapons. Tools to end the war.” “No,” I said, turning to him. “We’re not tools. We’re a choice the world didn’t want to exist.” “And what if we don’t want it?” he said bitterly. “What if I don’t want to be some prophecy’s pawn?” I looked at him then, really looked. Lucian. The Alpha prince. The boy was born to lead armies and forced to carry a burden he had never asked for. The boy who saved me when I didn’t deserve it. The boy who touched me like he couldn’t help himself—and hated himself for it.

"My daughter's biological father was a war hero!" "A war hero?" Miriam blocked our path. "You say he's a hero—who's going to believe that?" She stepped closer, almost right in our faces. "I'd advise you to drop this. Save your energy and start reconsidering your options. Some schools just aren't meant for certain people." Mom's hands were shaking with rage. "What business is it of yours? What we do is our own business!" Miriam let out a scoff and brushed past us. But as her bodyguards followed, one of them deliberately shoved Mom—hard. She tumbled down the wet steps, landing in a heap on the soaked pavement.

I ask, aware of his previous lack of empathy for others. "I can see that it hurts you," he replies. "You know, I used to believe that we were destined to be opposites. For all the compassion you possessed, I lacked it. While Ashton Johnson took on responsibilities, I was left with none. In everyone's eyes, you were the hero, and I became the villain." A tear slowly rolls down his cheek, falling off his jaw. It crushes me, almost suffocating my chest. "You're not the villain to anyone," I assure him firmly. "If anything, you're the anti-hero. And people often love those more."

Name: Marcus Nelle Age: 30 years old Identity: Hero HA2 Ability: Psychokinetic Additional Identity: Father of 3 little naughty children Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Almighty Heroes’ [His bulky figure and scar face scare most children that admire him but his bulky figure was also the one that can make his enemy lower on his level intimidated. He was a tough guy outside but a soft guy at children inside especially for his naughty children.] The scarred guy bio instantly pop up beside his figure with bold characters and coloured blue, no Heroes could see it, even if a Sotiras will be here, they can’t also see it as the privacy is strictly encrypted.

I get paid each time I fight and the best part of the deal is, I get to hit as many people as I want without worrying about any rules. That was how I found myself working for Rocky. He helps me and in return, I bring in money for him. After my meltdown in front of Abigail yesterday, I decided to call Rocky to set me up for a fight. I needed not to feel anything. I wanted to feel numb and pounding someone with my fist was my cure. Even though, I was set up against 'The Butcher.' Biggest guy I've ever seen in my life.