Heroes Antagonist Novels & Stories

"It's up to Alessandro to tell you everything about his species, and you have to decide what to believe or not. But let me tell you something: he has already shown himself as he is in front of you. He trusts you enough to do that; maybe you should open your eyes for a moment and look a little further. If he wanted you dead, he would have killed you, but he never will. You're worth more alive than dead, cruel as it is to say." Chiara's words hit me hard. “I don't...” “You don't have to think a point a thousand times. I know Alessandro is not a hero; he has never been one under the conditions in which he was formed, nor in the family in which he was born and given his nature,” Loreta said. "Bu

“Based on everything I know about you. I don't think there is a thing you could have done to stop your father.” “Because I'm weak,” I said, jerking my chin away and looking to the other side. I didn't want to see that understanding, sympathy filled face anymore. But Hero’s hand darted out and turned my head again so I was looking at him. But this time, there was anger in his face. “You are not weak,” he growled. “You are one of the strongest, and most capable people I know. You have done a lot of things on the mountain that my trained wolf couldn't even do. Don't let one asshole make you think any differently.”

Alaric stood at the edge of the field, arms crossed. His gaze swept over every pair of fighters with cold precision. When he wasn't speaking, his entire presence radiated the kind of Alpha dominance that made everyone tense on instinct. This was Alaric. The hero of the entire werewolf world. The legendary Alpha who'd risen to godlike status in the Vampire War. Every pack revered him. Every enemy retreated at the sound of his name. But my second look landed on his arm. Alaric wore a long-sleeved training shirt. When he raised his right hand to adjust a warrior's stance, his sleeve shifted slightly, revealing a small patch of skin on the inside of his forearm.

Nicholas said still staring at me. I wrinkled my face at him. "Really?" "What?" "That's such a cheesy line and I've read it in too many romance novels to know what it means." | said and that seemed to have Nicholas interest because he sat up from the bed. "Oh yeah, what does it mean?” Nicholas asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at his piqued interest. "The hero says something like that to the heroine and she momentarily forgets herself. Before you know it, they are making sex memories."

Ready to move forward to help us, or if we die, retreat to help my father. Close to the pack, my father stood with just over 50 men, but nearby, another 50 were hidden on the roofs, with powerful weapons in their hands. And inside the packhouse, ready to advance, were our brave cadets. Close to 100. This was the totality of our men, who we knew were much stronger than any rogue. As for Jackson, even being an alpha, I would kill him with my bare hands. It didn't take long to see an army of rogues arrive. Angel was right. There were more than 500. This was going to be very hard, and my heart was already bleeding for our warriors who were going to die.

No king or queen wanted their people to choose the wrong path. He really needed to do some research on them. If what his aunt was saying was even 1% true then Erica might have seen or heard something that the creature felt threatened and thus, locked her memory. Leikos was growling low. He wanted to hunt down this mage and so did Xavier. 'Who dares to do that to our mate?' he rumbled. "Do you know anyone who could possibly do that?" Xavier asked. Sebastian furrowed his eyebrows, deep in thought. Xavier was sure that he knew something, having been the advisor and having left the position of an Alpha so many years ago, Sebastian had dedicated his leisure time to knowledge.

“You got an alpha to like you enough not to kill you?” Hugo’s eyes met his. “I didn’t do anything. Natalia is not a killer and she would never hurt me.” Doc raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? Natalia, would you like to explain to him the extent of what you did or should I?” He didn’t even give me a chance to answer. “An alpha doesn’t have a choice when it comes to their pack, Hugo. They are supposed to do put them before everyone and everything else, even themselves. If they knew she was protecting you, she would be deemed a traitor. Do you know what tames do to traitors?”

David quickly explained. "My help?" the Daredevil shook his head. "Why can't you come before now? I don't think I am ready to face her. She is the reason why I pretended to be dead" he revealed. "You made her into what she is, you won't be helping us. You will only be making the wrong you have made right" Alpha Jones said sternly. "I do not care about right or wrong. In case you don't know, my name is Daredevil, does that sound like the name of a honorable man?" he asked rhetorically.

He always smiled in the face of adversity, He could always see the brighter side of any situation and would never hesitate to help others when they are in need, even giving second chances to people who deserve none of it. Kent was seen as the people’s hero and even the most hardened gladly bowed their heads in service to him because he was the hope that the people had lost long ago. Though Chimera is seen as a hero by the people just like his brother despite this Chimera prefers to fight with a feathered pen than a sword. But make no mistake he is equally as powerful as him during the trials of strength Kent and Chimera must never clash as their power would easily destroy the Ark-planetoid.

I throw my hand out and shrug. I needed this. Time away from reality. The reality of the fact that I can't do this on my own. I can't protect my friends and family. I can't find.... a midpoint maybe with these new powers, if that makes sense. How do heroes do it or good guys in general? Well most of them end up dead. The spartans did it to make a point and most of all inspiration. Gerard said that you have to know thy enemy. That seems like a good start. But...who is my enemy? Is it the guy who keeps killing people who kiss me or is it the guy who wants to kill me? One thing is for sure, I can't handle both.