Martyr Antonym Novels & Stories

“That wasn’t a question, Winter. You’re beat up right now, and you don’t know how to use your abilities well enough to–” “I fought off half a dozen people,” I cut in. “Twice. I might be a little banged up, but I’m capable.” Already I feel the strength building in me, the power coming from a deep, yawning well. I feel like I could take on anyone. Unless they have a talisman like Heather does. For a moment, my knees feel weak. Is there anyone in there that can negate my strength? If they do, I’m as good as dead. I can’t think like that, though. All the people who screwed me over–Heather, Alice–are in there, but so are some good people, too. Brynn. Gregory. Headmaster Stroud and all the teacher

I genuinely wanted to help. I said, "I can try. But if your mom gets a heart attack, it's not on me." Calvin nodded. "A heart attack is better than her dying from food poisoning after eating rotten food."

Does running away will remove the pain that we're feeling in our hearts? I don't know. But it's the only way my mind telling me. I, Cianna Marie Alvarez-Del Mundo, a martyr wife of Rodleigh Mariano Del Mundo and is now tired of being his martyr wife. "I don't want to be a fool anymore! I don't want to be your wife, to be a martyr anymore, Rodleigh Mariano Del Mundo!" I then again shouted before running away from his home.

He brought a palm forward as he tried to meet his opponent's attack. The two palms collided with earth-shattering noise. The entire canyon seemed to rattle along with it. With a dull hum, Grunt stumbled many steps backward. His face paled instantly. Morticia's strength was only second to the Archfiend Antigonus as one of the twelve Fiend Martyrs. Of course, Grunt was no match for her! "You're the Nine Heaven Emperor's general, yet you have such bad judgment. You think that I'm only a fiend general?" Morticia scoffed. "I'm one of the twelve Fiend Martyrs, idiot. Just thought you should know that before you die."

The Martyr-me speaks for the first time, her voice thick with blood that perpetually pools in her throat. "You destroyed everything to save nothing. That's not victory—that's the ultimate failure." Golden ichor drips from her wrists where she's carved runes of sacrifice, each drop hissing against the crystal floor. "I chose a different path. I bleed myself dry feeding power to the others, making myself the eternal battery for humanity's survival. They live because I suffer, because I chose to bear the weight of their salvation until the end of time." The God-me tilts her head, star-fire spinning lazily in her orbital sockets. "And yet here you are, dying slowly in a realm between realms, pro

“No. This whole self-sacrificing martyr thing you’re doing? No. I don’t like it and I won’t be a part of it.” “What?” Lucas frowned. “I don’t know what a martyr even is.” “Someone who takes a punishment for someone else. Someone who suffers for others.” “I’m not taking a punishment for someone else. Look, Mark, it’s great that you forgave me.” Lucas stopped, obviously aware that the heat in his voice made his appreciation sound less than sincere. He smiled ruefully. “I mean it. It’s great. Like, literally. I can’t believe you could do it, and I’m really, really glad that you could. But he wasn’t just your brother. He was also her son. She has a good reason to hate me. I’m not being a martyr,

“It is not that simple.” “There is nothing simple about a gruesome death, either, so I will take my chances. Ledger, talk to me.” Ledger's gaze drifted to Atlas and back to me. “The Martyrs are known for their tunnel vision, meaning that you can't find them unless they're looking for you,” he paused, and I knew his next words before they even left his lips. “If we want to end this once and for all, we need to stop running from them, and start running towards them…”