Fantasy Books Male Protagonist Novels & Stories

Phedra Elizabeth threw her hand, her head sweating a little. "Duncan Hiddleston is now her mistress's fiancé. Isn't that what she always wanted?" Veronica Sarah. "Mom! It's funny, with a work where the heroine is always beautiful and intelligent. A time of jealousy enters the heart. The book proves it. A direct confrontation with the heroine can only be. third lover or foxglove. " Her face is as green as a banana leaf. "Why are I and the male lead together? Please answer the system?" [The male protagonist had an accident, all of his assets were flying, so he wanted to use the property of the Alice family to build a career.]

It's a shame that I don't have the tamer skill or taming ability; otherwise, I would have made them my familiars and become a slime master. Sitting under a large tree, I open a basic magic book. It feels incredibly comfortable, even though I'm sitting on slightly dewy grass. It's such a stark contrast to sitting at a monotonous office desk every day. I have ten books on magic that I bought from Mr. Hector. Seven of them cover the seven basic attributes in the world's magic system, one book explains the fundamental knowledge of magic, and the other two are additional books discussing various types of magic beyond the seven basic attributes, along with additional information about the abilitie

which paid the mortgage and utilities. On the right monitor: a manuscript titled "The Gray Chronicles: Book Three." His publisher was getting impatient. They didn't know their best-selling dark fantasy author was literally a centuries-old being sharing a body with a teenager. The advance paid for Cara's... considerable wardrobe expenses. Shadowalker's voice echoed in their shared mindspace: "The protagonist's motivation in chapter seven remains unconvincing." "He's based on you," Northstar thought back, fingers flying over the keyboard. "Of course he's emotionally stunted."

Guess they had bad experience with their first time? "What." I answer Serena when she keeps on calling me even though I've told her I can't play with phone during my working hours. Though I'm super glad when Ally, the girl who's also doing part time at this cafe took a photo of me and Mr Knight when I served his table three hours ago. Damn, he's so beautiful I feel like making him my wallpaper. And his deep sensual voice, oh God. He's purrrrfect for the main character in my new book. Dark hair, mysterious green eyes, ahhh I wonder if he has a big dick to match that romance novel male-lead fantasy.

Their over friendliness makes the hairs on my neck stand up. But then I see who is behind them and I feel a cold chill spread down my spine, Prince Lance Stallion. We never got along, because he was always chasing after every princess he could see and when he didn't get his way, he could be very unpleasant. He has a slim figure and lean musculature, likely due to working with and riding horses from a young age, but there is power in him too. He is a similar height to Drake but is actually slightly shorter.

instead of the black knight. In my head, he was a kind of prince. And I was more than inclined to use it as a prototype for the ideal man of the book I intended to write. Gradually during that week the image of Flynn began to be painted on my head as the male character of my story, even though he was much more like the powerful and successful protagonist. Every day I got home and started talking, whether by call or message, I opened my laptop and let my mind travel to that adult romance of my dreams.

He oozed a cold aura, making me feel like I was standing in the middle of Siberia, facing the arctic winds. So, he was the future villainous emperor, Dante Scheledrus Wyrm, the second prince of Sephyr Empire. It seemed like he hadn't killed his father yet and ascended to the throne. How did I know? In the web novels, the powerful characters would always have a cold aura and penetrating dark eyes. Especially, the male leads would always be extremely handsome and the masochistic female leads would always tremble before them while being supposedly 'pampered' and tossed around on the bed by them.

More students join the fray, peppering him with an avalanche of questions. Studying his features, I notice he’s more handsome than Tyler (in my opinion, anyway). If I had to guess, I’d think he was the alpha. His dark brown hair contrasts sharply with his lighter skin tone, and he exudes a dark, intimidating aura that’s… unnerving. Definitely not someone I’d want to cross. What’s a story without a broody, mysterious male character? I play with the phone in my other hand as I wait for the phone to vibrate. My legs start bouncing on their own. I frown and look under the table.

My cry of shock was nothing in comparison to the exultant cry of a male fiercely glad to go where no man before him had gone. Mouth open I breathed hard completely overwhelmed by the size of him and the intense masculine energy being released all around me as he held himself pressed deep to the core of me. He withdrew then and my breath went with his withdrawal, only to be hotly exclaimed out of me as he rammed back into me as far as he could go. It didn’t stop. His possession of my body was hard, insensitive, and entirely masculine in a way some part of me found thrilling while other parts of me decried as that of the actions of a monster.

I shudder, looking away from him. "You are quite muscular for a girl. You might even be on par with some of the knights,” he mocks with a light chuckle. He has a glint of humor in his eyes, but I find his comment less than funny. First, he stares, then he insults me. I cannot believe I am to marry such a man. "It is looked highly upon for dragon females to be strong. Most of our males desire an independent female. They would most certainly find distaste with human women who are weak and anything but self-reliant,” I requite.