Male Protagonist Novels & Stories

Do they really need my dramatic death just so they can become the heroes of this story? What a bunch of rubbish! I gritted my teeth. "Do you kn-" "Your hand is precious." He cut my words. "Let my guard do the slapping." Did I hear him right? My eyes brightened at his words. So you're on my side after all. "Okay," I agreed. "Osiris." At his call, a handsome man with red hair and grey eyes stepped forward. What the... Isn't he one of the sub male leads? The one who would end up dying while protecting the heroine?

The air around him swirled as the bed curtains fluttered and the room door shook. He opened his right eye, and the left eye followed suit. Another soul within his body brought his left hand to rub his left eye, then he yawned and licked his lips, wiping away any drool that had formed during his sleep. But today, despite what the other soul was doing in his body, Levi looked at the bearded man lying next to him. Though he didn't want to admit it, in this situation, Alpha Levi, renowned in the Three Realms, had to acknowledge that he, too, was sometimes indecisive.

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.

“Let's go back to Kalti. He's a bad boy because he is a renegade cop, and an outcast, because he's Aboriginal Australian, and he's sexy, isn't he? — Male readers identify with those 'take-no-prisoners' cops. To the women like a strong hero and are intrigued by other facets of his personality. What I just realized is that they might be getting tired of him being so lonely in life. loving. I nodded. — Even your male readers must appreciate a hot female character, — Even your male readers must appreciate a hot female character,

Closing my eyes as I tried to remain calm despite of this things that happened, I wonder if my neck would be cut in piece if I make any wrong move… Saypher Marcus. The protagonist in this world. Having the ability and luck, he is the one that is trying to fine the end of this game. A place where answers would be given for all of his questions. He is some that that is not just handsome, but also powerful. He would easily get his power in swift. Above all, everyone whom he fights with would eventually die. That is the power of protagonist. To sum it all, me being his enemy would surely make me fall in my death door in an instance.

I interrupted him before he could go further. "Well you asked." He pointed out with a smile on his face. "And I regret it." I said truthfully as I continued making breakfast. "Did you ever think about finding your mate?" I asked curiously because he seems like he was okay having so much fun... I thought about finding my mate pretty frequently, I just thought that it will be love at first sight but that's obviously not the case but I am happy that my mate is Nate though. I like him, he is very handsome, confident, powerful, strong and very respected.

“I simply saw the actions of everyone around me. Most of the people who saved girls were men. I'm just defaulting to that.” “Actually in the countless stories I read. The male lead usually has a kind heart. And will often help those with unfortunate fates, thereby creating many complexities, and promoting the story to become complicated. Often the very lucky male lead will meet a lot of benefactors or will easily find good things for himself or even those around him who also benefit from the infection.” Phedra Elizabeth was simply lost in her thoughts. “I don't think your thinking is correct. If you are seriously injured. I will tear her to pieces and will help you, save you even lose my own

Cal. I could draw Cal from memory but don’t take the risk. Those huge shoulders, broad and powerful, just like his own father. Those soft brown curls that are so at odds with his clenched concrete jawline. He’s so reluctant to be anything other than the alpha-hero. He has to win. Has to be recognised as something more than average. Down here is killing him. He’s nobody, just like me in this warren. Up above, he’s a force to be reckoned with, literally running into gunfire to save strangers. His chest peppered with tiny scars. His bare chest remains lodged in my memories, smooth, sculpted, and dangerous.

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.