Male Character Novels & Stories

Kali shakes her head but still agrees “Sounds like something he would say for sure” We keep talking for a while until the call from dad gets connected his head filling the laptop screen. “My little pups” Our father is the epitome of an Alpha male. He is dominant, confident, and an assertive man. He has a strong and muscular build, with a confident and commanding posture. He is also very handsome and well-groomed and put-together and likes fashionable clothing unlike uncle Maddox who is almost always covered up with dirt, sweat or blood. “We are not pups” Kali scoffs but the smile never leaves her mouth.

Why else have I not heard about Camp Hot Stuff before? I assume that the man, covered in blood, on the stretcher in front of me is the dangerous (-ly sexy) Malakar. He is absolutely, breath-takingly stunning. A towering figure that commands both my fear and my desire at the same time. His jet-black hair is long, thick, and wavy and it frames his handsome face with its sharp features to absolute perfection. His full mouth hints at both cruelty and temptation. His body is a masterpiece of raw, masculine power. His deeply olive toned skin stretches over his beautifully formed muscles. His arms are covered in what looks like tribal tattoos, and his piercing yellow eyes burn like molten gold. I a

A towering figure, tall and massive, walked with an air of intimidation. The man's physique was imposing, muscles straining against the fabric of his dark shirt. His skin was a tapestry of scars and tattoos, each one telling a story of a life lived on the fringes of society. This was Macho, a man known for his brutality and ruthlessness in the criminal underworld.

He was right, those genes are no joke. Now we're playing and I can't stop looking at Saint, with so many more questions but unable to answer them. Still, I feel satisfied because he did answer most of the questions that plagued my soul since I first saw his apathetic face. Saint. An Alpha male, cult leader by people's choice, a rebel runaway, a hot sergeant, a genocide expert and an owner of a very big dick. And a super gay guy, by the way. He totally wants me.

“Not so good, bro. Ever since I was kicked out of my pack, I haven’t been able to talk to her. I can only assume she refuses to be associated with a rogue now.” A faint smile appears on my friend’s face before it quickly disappears. “That’s too bad, Jimmy. However, you can now focus on finding your true mate. If I can find my mate, I’m sure you can too. Speaking of mates, what would you think if you ended up with a male omega like me?” Male omega. I don’t know. I’m not into guys. He quickly adds, “I know you have never dated a guy, but I’m just wondering if you would be open to having a male omega as a mate.”

Mal: “Please don’t ignore me. Pick up your damn phone. There’s something I need to show you.” The next message was a very, very clear image of Mal standing in all of his glory, naked and soaking wet from the shower behind him. The man was absolute perfection. His broad shoulders opened to his amazing pecs. Which were slightly covered with neatly trimmed black chest hair that created a ‘happy trail’ down his stomach. He had the beginnings of a six-pack, but not enough to make him look too ripped. Claire hungrily took in the view. Her gaze made its way further down to his engorged member. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.

There was a hint of fright on the guy's face as he winced stepping back before he ran off like a rat. His hair was dark and cropped military-styled. Indeed, very sexy. His biceps muscles pressed against that white fitted polo t-shirt and a glance to his abs, definitely six packs, or even eight packs, Taya wondered. Finding herself staring at the man, her gaze went up to his face and she hoped that she didn't gasp out loud this time. If Lucas were a prince charming in a fairytale, this man was a Greek God; strong jaws and perfectly trimmed stubble short beard that defined his masculinity.

After shouting loudly, the paper man instantly fell to the ground, then looked at Alva Leon, his body sat up straight, a strange sound emitted from his throat, his whole body trembled continuously, a It took a while to calm down. Cadell Marcus sighed, put all those things back, and said calmly. "Good, her soul has returned to its original position." If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, Eugene Vincent and Butler Henry wouldn't have been completely convinced that this young man in front of them, not even twenty years old, was actually a master-level character. Even though Adonis Miller had told them before that only Snow Citadel University security guard Cadell Marcus could solve this m

If anything, I'll put explanations in brackets or something. - - - Author's Notes 💭 - I'll let you guys know right off the bat because I know for a fact there will be a lot of complaints about this: the male lead will be a major asshole; he'll be a literal villainous character. He's intentionally written out to be like this. - He will literally be the worst person I've probably ever written (compared to the male leads of my previous stories) because I want to challenge myself as a writer to see how messed up of a character I can write [weird, I know lol].

Decorating the thick muscle across his torso, are heart wrenching scars striking across his chest to his stomach. I hardly noticed his lack of clothes, with the towel wrapped around his hips. My eyes were glued only to the scars, that didn't make sense in my mind. This is the Alpha of Love we are talking about. A male of peace and perfection. He isn't supposed to be plagued with scars like this. Malik is staring straight up at me, as I raise my gaze back up. Behind the blazing aqua blue of his irises, is something painfully vulnerable. The air between us is suddenly sucked up by tension.