Heroic Protagonist Novels & Stories

And yet he could not resist the pull. He admired Jonah's courage, the unthinking, stupid, jaw-dropping brashness of him. He admired his mind, not used as a bludgeon, but as a delicate scalpel. He admired the unshakeable, unbending core of goodness that seemed to make him more strong, not less, in battle. This wasn't about the potential of a protégé anymore. This was about the character of a man. And it was spreading… further.

Samuel said with a smile, "People like you should keep your word. Because you've been invincible for a long time, the world is actually not attractive to you, or there is nothing you want to protect." "But there are some things that are lost, but other things will rise infinitely, that is, your dignity." The more powerful a character was, the more ruthless they would be. For example, an overlord could decide anyone's life and death at will. He seemed to be invincible. He could disregard emotions and even personally kill his own son. He was even more vicious than a tiger. However, there was one thing that was worthy of him using his life to protect. That was his dignity.

The heat bit at my skin, the air thick enough to choke. The Prophet stood across the field, his face a mask of calm amidst the ruin. He raised both hands, and his voice boomed: “See how the fire bends for her! She walks through the serpent’s flame and does not burn!” It was madness but madness that inspired. His followers cheered even as the fire consumed their tents. I saw then what he truly wanted. Not victory. Martyrdom. “Archers!” I called. “Target the Prophet!” They loosed a volley, but the smoke swallowed their aim. The Prophet didn’t flinch. He stood there, waiting, daring us to kill him.