Arsenal Superhero Novels & Stories

Grandpa boasted while touching my shoulder, "He killed Kitty Van Hoe all by himself." "He doesn't strike me as tough. Whom do you expect to protect you, that gorgeous bodyguard of yours?" Frederic was pointing his index finger at Athena. "I've heard that she's the government's prototype for a super soldier. Who knew this sweet-looking lady was a super soldier?" He placed his hands over Athena's chest and said, "She's too good and too sexy to be a bodyguard."

He also is an advantage for the team when his powers are actually advantageous when facing the superhuman. Someone who turns into an ash cannot be regenerated back. Thus, any superhuman who turns into the ash cannot be revived again, no matter what. While Malik is now meeting his worthy opponent. Most of the superhuman army had his abilities. Hulk abilities, but they're a bit lacking in other abilities like Athena and Renee have. ***....... "What's gotten into you, Ash? You take the injection for what?" Athena asks Asher in a bit angry. As Asher said, she can't use her abilities to control his mind, so it's useless to drag him out of this cave now.

“Or… maybe you recognize me. Maybe you remember the way you felt back in my hotel room… when there weren't any masks between us.” Barbara’s breath caught, but she forced her face to stay still… her split personalities, the professional assassin, fighting the woman who wanted to push him right down onto the marble and ride the fuck out of him till she was writhing in ecstasy, the people gathered around them be damned. “Why do you seem hellbent on making me into someone I’m not?” Barbie could feel a bit of irritation building. She didn’t know if it was towards him or herself. “Instinct,” he said, spinning her into a slow, dizzying circle. “I tend to have a very good one… especially about dange

One hand rested on the table while the other pressed against her chest. The Bellamy fragment floated between us. Its blue glow was the only light that had not disappeared. “Stay away from her,” Arsel ordered the figure. The Flame turned its nonexistent face toward him. For one second, the empty circle in its chest seemed to stare. Arsel did not have Leo. He did not have his Alpha aura, his claws, or his supernatural strength. Even so, he stepped in front of me as though his human body alone could stop a weapon created to kill gods.

“Mercenaries, for lack of a better term. We’re highly trained, and it’s all we knew. The fighting, the killing, but at least now we get to choose who we do it for. We’ve been using our services to help right some of the imbalance that we created.” He seemed to finally be saying the things that were bubbling up inside him. The things that I kept cutting him off from saying. That, or he was trying to throw me off, use a trick to try to gain my trust and confidence. It wouldn’t work. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be a bit more specific.” “Have you heard of The Silent Assassin? He went by many names.” His head shifted so that he looked over his shoulder.

In the few seconds the King and Prince rearranged themselves, I studied them. When we were young, Sadeon and I had friends, as much as a Prince and Princess from neighboring kingdoms could be friends. I would play in the palace garden and during Arsenal’s visits, Sadeon would join me. I liked the flowers and he liked the hiding places. I’d even had a crush on him back then, but it had been innocent. Now, I didn’t even recognize the man sitting across from me. His dirty blonde hair was slicked back with a single strand dangling in his face. His broad shoulders straightened with a practiced posture. His piercing green eyes darted between my father and Thaddeus as they continued their conversat

Sir Ares asked a series of torturous questions. Jenson felt utterly helpless. He raised his head to act pampered with Sir Ares. “I’d like some privacy of my own too, Daddy.” Sir Ares was taken aback. He rubbed Jenson’s head, showing the expression of a helpless old father. Then, he said, “Alright, then. You’re all grown up now and have your own secrets. Daddy respects you. But…” Sir Ares paused and then cast his eyes on Whitney again. The young woman was pretty with delicate features. Her face was akin to a bright moon, crafty and lovely. Not to mention, her martial arts were particularly superb even when she was standing next to Baby Robbie. Her heroic spirit was no less brave than a man’s.

I took a breath, the scent of her—faint vanilla underlying the sharp smell of gun oil—anchoring me to the mission. ​"Two blocks," I rasped, forcing my focus back to the HUD. "The entrance is through an old silk press. If Arthur is still alive, he’ll be in the sub-basement." ​Arthur was a relic of a different era. He was a man who had once been the lead cryptographer for the Architects, a genius who had helped build the very foundations of the "Argus" AI—the global surveillance net that now hunted us. When the Architects tried to "retire" him with a bullet to the back of the head, he had vanished into the London underground, becoming a ghost-broker for anyone with enough gold to pay his price

“I am the true power here.” Jack slid a syringe from his sleeve. “Then let’s finish it.” Scott tossed Alicia to the side, and they met by charging each other. hand against hand, grappling over and under, punch on punch, matching each other's speed. Jack matched it, blades swooped and stabbed each other in the air as sparks flew. Scott disarmed Jack, as his knife flew across the air and slid across the ground. jack took hold of the syringe with both hands and drove it into Scott’s chest. Scott laughed, delighted. “Fool. This dose makes me unstoppable.”

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for