Heroes Antagonist Novels & Stories

It was the werewolf way, especially when faced with a strong and stubborn opponent, the kind who could make you look weak if you didn’t show him what for. Biting back the urge to tell the truth, that he didn’t have a father, he instead growled, “Axel Hale, the traitor of Silverdale.” His heart hammered, praying that these wolves who were clearly not only foreign to Silverdale but to the United States entirely would have no clue as to who Axel Hale actually was. Hopefully, to them, his name was that, just a name. The man’s green eyes seemed to darken as he scrutinized Jason. Then in an instant, he nodded his head and the werewolves at either side of him made their first attack.

Throughout his life, he had amassed a formidable record in battle, but the repeated defeats he suffered at the Southern Frontier were a source of immense embarrassment for him. As a fellow military man, he naturally respected Hector, but grudges were clear-cut. Hector was one thing, and Carissa was another. Even if Carissa had participated in the campaigns to reclaim the Southern Frontier, he didn't believe a woman possessed such strength. The real hero was the Hell Monarch, Rafael. While Norman admired Rafael, the same rule applied—Rafael was Rafael, and Carissa was Carissa. Even as a couple, they couldn't be lumped together.

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

Unluckily for me I got the role of a villainess who was killed by the Alpha for trying to hurt his Luna. How stupid can the former host of this body be? I sighed in anger before looking at the so called healer who was looking at me with those grey orbs of his. ‘This healer is an old white bearded man.’ That was what I concluded of him. I looked at the hunk of a man; the Alpha of the shadow moon pack, Alpha Ben Salvador and looked at his Luna Julie Salvador, they are currently my parents. The parents of the previous host. The young man who came in before was my elder brother Henry Salvador.

She's on our side now. That was because he made it clear that he wasn't a hero. To me, he seemed like one, a hero, even if he had to stain his hands with blood. But no one involved there could be considered a hero: the hunters, the creatures, or the Ministry of Shadows. This was just survival of the fittest.

she shouted, her voice carrying authority amidst the chaos. Xavier, his face etched with determination, lunged into battle, his strength and agility unmatched. Leina, her daggers glinting in the moonlight, fought with precision, delivering swift strikes. But their opponent possessed an overwhelming strength and speed, pushing them to their limits. It was then that a towering figure stepped forward, his presence emanating power. "I am Hyperion," he declared, his voice laced with arrogance. "An Alpha in the Lycan pack."

The guy said; who was calling her fragile. Within seconds everyone was surrounding her, taking her by surprise. One of the girls grabbed her hand and looked at Silvia with so much respect and admiration. "You're Silvia who fought against Alonso alone. You took him down all by yourself," She exaggerated and Silvia gave a hesitant nod. "Oh my God!" And everyone was losing their mind. Their alphas were having such a hard time killing that bastard and this girl who could be even younger than them was able to kill him. She was their hero. A freaking legend for them.

The worst thing; no one from heaven descended to aid them this time. After a decade of hopelessness and complete surrender, Heroes rose from various origins—holding on to their own intentions. They, who dared to scream in the middle of the conjurers' blissful singing, dared to steal the scripture from the wicked creatures who were granted the power to overwrite their destinies — concluded themselves victorious thereon.

Antagonist –is a person who actively opposes or hostile to someone or something; an adversary… “Blah! Blah! Blah!” Sabria said as she rolled her eyes and closed the laptop that was sitting on her desk. But why did they hate antagonists when the truth is, they were once a protagonist, it just happens that there’s another villain who pretends to be a heroine and stole all the things they cherish the most. She thought. As she reminisced one of the most painful moments in her life.

"You have now made an enemy of one man that you needed to be an ally. He will come after you but there's a ninety-nine point nine percent that he will also go after King Fenon. There is a reason why he's the Head Guard of the Northern Kingdom. His grandfather trained him separately from the other guards, not because he was giving him special treatment, but because of his personality. He's known as the merman without a heart. He's ruthless and far too cunning." I almost groaned aloud. Some part of me knew Aquant would never forgive me. I could not get that look of his face from that day. I didn't save the one person he loved. "Head Guard Aquant is categorized as one of the most deadly mermen