The Antagonist Pet Novels & Stories

He had always f*cked them, then moved on, paying the Pets they had kept, handsomely, of course, But this…this emotional tug he was experiencing? It was new. He was not sure he liked it and he hated himself, hated Bianca for bringing him to his knees. “S*ck me, Pet,” he ordered roughly, “Suck your Master’s c*ck, like the Pet you are.” and just like that, she sank to the carpeted floor obligingly, hiding her wounded expression. She felt like a slave, pleasuring him but as she licked the tip of his erect c*ck, she knew that she would never stop doing what he ordered her to do.

"Talon, let's kill those f**cking ants, I have to follow my pups! "Your pups?" "Yes, and I think the mother is wounded, so I don't have fxxking time to play around with ants!"

"Protect who? Ha! I only know destruction, and I will not stop until everything in my path is reduced to ashes. Do you think I need your protection? I am the one who has taken down alphas and pack leaders with a single swipe of my claws. I am the one who has bathed in the blood of my enemies, and I will not be satiated until the world is nothing but a smoldering ruin. You, offer me protection? I am the one who will bring the apocalypse. And as for your offer of a place among you... don't make me laugh. My luna mate betrayed me, and since then, my kind and humanity have been nothing but enemies to me. Do you think I would ever trust any of you again? I would rather burn the world to the groun

Then— A low growl echoed through the forest. Three massive wolves emerged from the shadows, their fur matted with dirt and old blood. Their yellow eyes glowed with hunger. Rogues. Lynnek slowly backed away. "I don't want trouble." The largest wolf bared its teeth. That was answer enough. It lunged. Lynnek rolled to the side just in time, her dagger slashing across the rogue's shoulder. The beast howled but recovered almost instantly. The other two attacked together.

He smirks at my words, his gaze narrowing at me. “Got a new pet and he didn’t bother to share?” My fist slam against the table in haste and a lethal growl, so dark and primal punches out of my gut. “I won’t fucking share her!” I see the twitch of fear on Antonio’s body despite how much he tries to hide it. I rise to my feet, dusting off the lint on my coat, and pull my hat back on my head. “Wow, you nearly made me pee on my pants, Shark. Who’s this new pet that’s got you wrapped around her fingers?” Antonio says, a quiver in his voice. He tries to cover it with a dry laugh.

But I am sure people who have pets would know how hard it was to resist the puppy dog eyes. “Lycia Amoret! How dare you defy me and bring a dog into my house? Are you rebelling now? Where did you even find it?” she snarled, glaring at Wolfie. I know that was a lame name but hey I don’t have time to think of one, right now, and well technically he was a wolf.

Ivanna whispered, but Young Master Xander heard perfectly well. He walked a little closer to Ivanna, his back facing the Lachlans. He muttered quietly for only Ivanna to hear. "I'd rather you behave yourself to live a few more days. Masters killing pets isn't bizarre. It's even legal in every empire, and you wouldn't want to be among the deceased pets quite so early, would you?" Ivanna subconsciously nodded her head. The threat in his tone almost made her knee stumble to the ground. She was doomed.

“I won’t.” As a lycan, Antonio towers even in human form, his bulging muscles are a testament to his legendary strength, his wolf form a beast of nightmare. The duel will favor him, for he is a predator born to crush his enemies with every fatal blow he delivers. Leo steps forward, knuckles clenched to cracking whiteness. “No,” he growls. “He’s cornered. We outnumber him, and without his magic, he’s done. Let’s end this now.”

There laid a circle of steel teeth waiting to trap him and tear me apart. I stopped, gaze locked on the oak, a grim determination hardening my features. I wouldn't fall for this trap. If I did, they would try to break me. He was Antonio, a rogue, a survivor, a wolf. And I must prove my worth someday, even if it meant facing them, even if it meant defying the storm pack rules.

The air crackled with tension, and a charged silence enveloped the battlefield as the two forces locked eyes, their unwavering determination palpable. Elysia, her grip on her staff resolute, stared down the imposing figure before her. The antagonist radiated malevolence, a dark aura emanating from every fiber of their being. Elysia's heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of fear and fierce resolve coursing through her veins. She knew that the outcome of this confrontation would shape the destiny of the realm. "You cannot stand against me, little hero," the antagonist sneered, their voice dripping with disdain. "Your feeble attempts to resist are nothing more than a futile struggle."