Heroes Antagonist Novels & Stories

“I don't want to accept it because I don't want to be like him. I don't want to be a monster!” He tensed, his eyes flashing with a certain memory. I had called him that once too. But now, I knew better—he was nothing like I had once believed. He was a protector, someone who fiercely cared for his people. He exhaled slowly, the fire in his gaze dimming as his expression softened. “You don't have to be him. You only need to be yourself.” I lowered my head, defeated, newly formed tears blurring my vision. “What if I can't? What if I lose control? What if I hurt someone?”

“She’s Hector’s damn bride!” “It’s an arranged marriage,” I replied calmly. Then after a pause, I added, “Look, brother. I understand your pain. We lost someone we loved. But we’re turning all that anger toward the wrong person. Scarlet isn’t the one we should be after. She’s powerless—she can’t even shift. Our real enemies are Hector and his brother Juno. They’re the ones we need to defeat.” I took a step closer, voice steady. I told him the truth that he was trying to avoid, “If you kill her or if I do we won’t be heroes. We’ll be cowards. Are we the kind of men who kill a defenseless woman? Our best friend would be ashamed of us.”

A massive ice-blue dragon roared from my staff, surging into the sky. Absolute zero. All four enemies–frozen solid in place. "Now. Kill." My voice was calm. Cold. Matthew's ADC unleashed a storm of arrows from the backline, shredding their front line in seconds. Shadow emerged from the darkness like a phantom. A flash of steel–two strikes, and their unprotected carry was gone. Under Miracle Hands's perfectly timed shields, Cedric's swordsman descended like a war god. Blade flashing–cutting through the frozen, low-health enemies one after another.

I asked, starting to list the usual tropes Alphas would have in these sorts of books. “Well, not quite...,” she answered awkwardly. “I think he had a lot of personal problems that aren’t really for me to speak on.” “Is he cursed? Broken hearted? Vengeful of a painful event that now consumes his drive to keep going? Hated by those he feels closest to? Bound by an oath to keep a secret that eats away at him inside?” “W-what? What are you talking about?” Hazel asked, blinking in shock as I rambled everything off at once like a mad woman.

7 meters, I have a light brown hair that Is braided into two neat braids with an hazel as the color of my eyeballs. I've hated My fate and my nature for so long until I met an amazing, extraordinary, and strong lady.........Her name Is Angelus Meus Pulcher Dondarrion.......The All-Powerful Tribrid. Before I met her, I was a ruthless beast who kills In a cruel way, I was a rippah, a demolished, and I love laying waste to people's life and property and I guess I haven't changed..........After all, I am the Beast.

Brand could feel his rage overcoming him. Kelda's small white hand landed on his chest, and he flinched. "Be at peace, Brand. You were never meant to lead. You are a formidable warrior, this is true, but you do not have the temperament to be Alpha." Brand wanted to rend the woman limb from limb for her words. Who was she to say what he was and wasn't? He didn't want to antagonize the woman, however. The witch, for no matter what anyone else called her that's what she was, was powerful in her own right. He didn't want to wake up in his bed as a toad or something. Without saying another word, he turned and escaped out into the night.

"No. I am not nervous, Zander. I am fucking happy but too bad this ache is barring my joy." That's right. The day the news reached me that I was going to be the alpha of Blackwood, that I was going to replace my dad, I was elated. You know why? It's because no child should have Lorenzo Russo as a father. He was a monster among men. Being a werewolf worsened his monstrosity. The man had no mercy for humans nor his kind. He went about causing chaos and disaster. How he lasted long as an alpha was a result of the fear he'd instilled in his subjects. The only good thing he ever did in life was to send me to study abroad as soon as I turned eighteen.

the same fate as the notorious group of criminals that died before because they encountered the Von Heinlein knights. "Please, chief, think it through." ----- Anet was still trying to convince their leader. ----- "We could not afford to make the Von Heinlein family our enemy. So, let's return to our camp and abduct another noble." Anet spoke up, but Khan glared at him.

Alpha Anders Time went by too slowly. Grey wouldn’t stop talking about having dinner with Harley. Admittedly, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was funny, because on the surface, Harley wasn’t like any of the she-wolves I had dated or the ones that I was typically attracted to. And when I say on the surface, that was exactly what I meant. Probably stereotypical of me, but I had typically been attracted to tall, busty blondes. Harley was tall, but that was where it ended. She had long, black hair, similar to my own. Her eyes were the brightest blue, and I could only imagine that they would get even brighter as she actually started eating and being able to take care of herself. It seemed l

“Take down.” Staying in the whole “super hero’s mindset was not going as easy as I thought it would. You know how it goes, the good guy has to beat the bad guy and safe the world while that kind of socks when the bad guy isn’t really a bad buy, suck even mare when that “bad guy is your friend. The team and I surged into action ready to take down Cynosore and Slaughterhouse. Eric threw his chair at Cynosore, only for Slaughterhouse to obliterate it with her eye beam.