Manga Anti Hero Mc Novels & Stories

So once the circus is coming to an end each side is once again declaring war on the other, and let us not forget that they remind Vic and Alexa who Trinity has been promised to the day that she steps up as Queen. My heart…well it just dies there and I walk away in defeat. Mason, who is pretty much as beaten up as I come over to where I am barely standing. “Guess we have matching parts.” I only but fucking punch the asshole as the rest of my men come to join in. There is a mixture of fear of the unknown as we have all just been booted and the fear of what Vic will be doing to me. Well, that I shall see later, I will be collecting my belongings myself and not be a coward and let someone else d

Kieran Teague took a drag of his cigarette and looked at the pathetic piece of shit in front of him. His men had just caught this one outside one of his strip clubs and noticed the tattoo, knowing their boss would reward them well. They were not wrong. He glared down at the MC member and grabbed his Karambit knife again. The man looks up at him and grins, “Fuck you,” he grumbled and spat at his torturer’s feet. Kieran sighs in anger. He walks towards his captive and rears his fist back, connecting with the man’s nose repeatedly.

The Mc: He is zombified meaning he is not a human, he's almost like a vampire but not, he needs to drink human blood to survive and if goes too hungry he must eat human flesh(don't worry that's gonna happen to the mc). But because of who he really is he will gain another power this one being permanent as he gets to keep it, its power from his real life, and slowly more and more will show themselves as the Arcs pass. *Check author thoughts for important announcement*

Raised in such an atmosphere it isn’t shocking that MC stops feeling pleasured during sex and under the advice of the doctor he decides to momentarily switch to a bottom to ‘fix’ his issues which is where ML comes in. To find out more you’d have to go read the manhwa, it’s so lovely and you’ll practically be smothered by their romance. There is angst mind you but it ain’t that much and the MC is literally the cutest you’d ever come across while the ML according to a reader, ‘breaths romance’ xd.

A cut. It's different. This one not matching the cut of the Nightmare Warriors that I have seen. This one has an image of a skull with a cross bone under it. Around the image in big bold white letters are the words Rejects MC. I narrow my eyes as his stands there with his arms crossed leaning against my car, smoking a cigarette. I march over, get in front of his vision and cross my arms matching his gesture. "Um excuse me sugar, but last I checked leaning against a person's hood was rude. Maybe your mamma didn't teach you that, but I can assure you it is." The stranger smirks then pulls his cigarette out of his mouth and flicks it away from the two of us.

It almost felt like she was intentionally avoiding the reality of who she truly was. Manga had grown weary of trying, but during that time, he had also made significant progress on his own. He had discovered his right-hand man—Ryder. Together, they had formed a bond and were tirelessly working on their grand plan to reclaim what rightfully belonged to Manga. To be clear, Manga never considered himself a villain. He simply retaliated against those who had caused him pain. His actions, in his eyes, were merely responses to the cruelty he endured. Now, however, he was fully prepared to begin again—with clarity and purpose.

A boy with the looks of an angel but a heart of a devil. 'Then we have the prodigy rookie swordsmen whose name will one day be spread across the continent.’ Maria's eyes were locked onto a boy with reddish-orange hair and dark orange eyes. ‘Carter Mcbane, the stoic handsome type who believed in the idea that women and children should be protected.' Even Maria would admit to drooling over his fan art pic, showing his impressive fit physique along with a set of sculpted abs that caused fangirls all over the internet to nose bleed.

And only then did it really hit me that I could hear horrible sounds of battle and people screaming. Peeking out from behind the corner where we were hiding, I saw that everyone had joined the fight against the massive monster. From the unknown tall black-haired mage (!) to the daughters of Rasfata, Turab, Yafi, and the rest of the warriors. “Damn,” Anton scratched the back of his head, taking in the scale of it all. “I feel like some kind of Marvel Avenger.” “Lavi, stay here and protect our keys!” Kays immediately rushed back into the fray, hurling his attacks and moving closer to replace the unknown mage.

Trying to make up for earlier? I scoffed, as I threw the stuff forward, not caring in the slightest as it hit the mirror, forming a crack on it. ******* ANGELO; "It's all over the town. Your fallout with Mario's empire, not to speak of the Bianchi Syndicate. I heard the little brat is teaming up with them to get back at you. And you know what that means?" I was sat in the living room of the house, with Dok Massimo, former head of the Morano’s Empire, and rival of my father’s Mafia Gang. The man who had taken me in when I was but a lost grieving boy on the streets.

His eyes were alight with a mixture of anticipation and authority, his presence commanding and assured. As Georgina stood there, captivated by the casino's allure, a presence crept up behind her and Marcelo. Startled, she turned, to see a man slightly taller than Marcelo. His long beard added an air of rugged charm to his already commanding presence. A surge of unease mingled with her curiosity, unsure of the man's intentions. The man's voice, rich and resonant, broke the silence. "Amico," he greeted, his tone carrying a hint of familiarity and warmth. Georgina's gaze darted between the man and Marcelo, sensing a connection between the two. It was evident that they shared a history.