Male Character Novels & Stories

He wasn’t ugly, he just wasn’t my type and I had a mate. He was tall probably 6’5 like my mate, he was bald but had a long dark beard he had a lot of mustle on him as well. You could tell he was either an Alpha or a Beta with that build. I heard a growl before my mate turned in our direction and slapped the man on the back. I was shocked the man didn’t get upset or yell at my mate. But instead the man slapped Axel on the back before they both broke out in huge grins.

Looking at me for payment. "Winner," I announce. "Two hundred pounds. Collect at the cage." The male shifts back to human form. Male, maybe twenty-five, scars covering his torso. Packless brands burned into his shoulder. He's shaking from adrenaline and bloodlust. I hand him the cash through the cage bars. "Good fight." "She was weak." Male's voice is rough. Damaged from years of screaming during transformations. "Easy kill." "You want to fight again next week?" "If the pay's good."

I called out, my tone a blend of uncertainty and desperation, seeking a glimmer of recognition in the bleakness that engulfed me. My senses, heightened by the tension in the air, told me that whoever stood in the darkness was undoubtedly a man. There was an undeniable aura, an unspoken masculinity emanating from his presence that left an indelible mark on the room. The familiarity in his movements hinted at a male figure, shrouded in mystery and cloaked in silence.

Along with his rugged good looks, he exuded refinement and maturity with a well-groomed beard that highlighted his chiseled jaw. I will admit that he exuded confidence, charm, and physical strength in a captivating way. He was the epitome of a contemporary warrior in his shorts, a representation of fortitude, tenacity, and the unwavering pursuit of greatness. He was more than simply a man in shorts; he was a living example of discipline, exploration, and living life to the fullest without regret. He is the alpha. And he said that I was his.

Me. I've never seen a naked male chest. I've never seen so much skin of a male, period. It's so utterly male it knocks something loose inside me. His torso is all lean strength, defined abs ridged beneath sun-kissed skin. His shoulders are broad like a soldier’s, his frame built for dominance—thick, muscular, powerful. Aiden looks like he was carved from the mountain backdrop outside, every inch of him made for command. His stubble darkens his sharp jaw, his black hair complimenting it.

But Zavian had articulated her feelings on the matter perfectly. "There’s a certain category of pathetic, insecure males who delude themselves into believing they become 'real men' when they use their fists against women. In reality, they are weak, impotent cowards with severe inferiority complexes they try to cover with bravado and violence. They lack trust or believe in themselves, so they show off their physical strength against a weaker target," Zavian added coldly then took a contemplative sip of his wine.

However, I refuse to believe that any grown male-werewolf does cry, as he had said. Werewolves are strong. Especially, male werewolves that have attained a certain level of longevity are even stronger, faster, and more violent than any other. More reasons why there are more male Alphas than female Alphas in the history of werewolves. For centuries, authority has never been ruled by gender but by how strong, fast, and how powerful are deemed fit to rule. Now, how possibly can I believe Edgar?… That those scary bulging eyes of a tiger that many grown male-werewolf possesses which glows dangerously in the dark do cry in secret.

The truth was, what he really wanted in a long term relationship was exactly the kind of woman he had threatened she would become; one who could cook, one who could sew and one who wouldn’t make him feel second best in the courtroom as well as in the bedroom. Mark hadn’t lied when he told Rachel they were like the Dynamic Duo when they tried a case. But what he hadn’t told her, nor would he ever admit to anyone, was that he had always felt he was the “Robin” to her “Batman”. While it was true he enjoyed working with her, she had a natural talent as a prosecutor Mark knew he did not possess. He always had to work twice as hard just to catch up.

Prologue Grey If you are looking for a flawless male character, this is not for you. I repeat this is not for you. If you are looking for that dashing, successful, Romantic, loving, handsome, and perfect man, I am not the one. I am far from being perfect. And if you're thinking I'm going to be somehow redeemed by some woman, sorry not sorry to burst your bubble. I am not redeemable.

Now, she is running away from him because he thinks she trapped him to get in bed with her. Male Lead: ML is a powerful businessman in the human eye who is admired by everyone. However, everything is not as simple as it seems, he also happens to be one of the strongest leaders in the supernatural world (could be anything, Werewolf/Vampire King, etc...) He is feared by everyone, there isn't anything he doesn't have. Except he has been looking for his mate since he turned 18, and when he does find his mate, he is enraged to see his mate as he misunderstands her to be greedy.