Cool Superpowers Ideas Novels & Stories

He trailed off. "By age ten, what?" I demanded. "By age ten, they could be the most powerful supernatural beings in existence. Capable of things we can't even imagine. Capable of—" He stopped. Started again. "They could save the world. Unite all supernatural species under peaceful leadership. Create a new era of cooperation and evolution." "Or?" I knew there was an or.

I complimented. "Thank you." she smiled, "Now that I know that I ah e an actual super power, I'll do well to embrace it. I'll harness my powers and become the most powerful mind reader and Sage in all of New York." "If you are dedicated and consistent, maybe you'll become the most powerful in the whole world." I said. "The whole world? That would be so sweet. I just have one favor to ask of you though." she said. "What would that be?" I asked.

"Special wolves, as I said, possess many abilities. Some have the ability to control elements, read people's thoughts, have telepathy, or mind link with more than two persons…” Chloe turned to Penelope, placing Penelope's hands in hers and squeezing. "Perhaps you don't even know how powerful you are but one day you'd realize it soon." She sent a wink before releasing her palms. "Wow, Penelope would be our superhero? Luna superhero? That's so cool." Nate said, flashing a smile my way but my expression tightened. I didn't like the sound of that. There was no way I was going to ever let Penelope be a superhero. Her life comes first.

“Well, it happened in here early this morning.” “Did you scold it again?” Little Bob asked, looking at Lindsay. “Yes, and it stopped again. Now, these three think I control all of the weirdness or have some kind of superpower,” Lindsay told him. “Aww, that is sweet of them. Guys, I can promise you that she does not control any of this weirdness garbage, and her only superpower is the ability to scare the snot out of people and things. That and sarcasm, she is great with sarcasm, definitely count toward her superpowers. Do you need me to tell them anything else?” Little Bob asked, grinning at Lindsay.

I dress in silence, eyes fixed on the small red light blinking from the corner camera. Is she watching me through that thing? The sick witch. Or worse—was my “progress,” as she liked to call it, being recorded and sent to Gratia? I clench my fists, fighting the urge to rip the damn device off the wall and smash it. But I stop myself. My only ticket out of here, is my continuous act of powerlessness. I need to keep acting like her little dumb doll. Jake walks in later just as I tuck myself back into bed like the helpless girl they want me to be. In his hands is a tray of—

JADE We arrived at Frank's apartment and I laid my sons on his bed so they could sleep a little more. I told him about my broken wrist and he said, "It would have been strange if you came out unscathed. Now I am convinced you don't have secret superpowers." I huffed, "If I had superpowers, either secret or known, I would not have been in my current situation." He nodded, "You have a point. So if you were to miraculously have superpowers, what would you do with them?"

Beyond any limit of cool I could imagine. I hope she gets a fire breath or some sick superpower to burn off the asses of the toddlers who give her a hard time. Just imagining the things my child and I could do in our free time excites me, and I can’t think of anything but the day my little monster will tear up her mother’s vagina to get into this world.

, he asks with shock evident in his tone. “My adoptive father is a cop. When we started getting close, he thought it would be important that I’d know how to protect myself”, I confess uncomfortably as I shrugged over it. “Didn’t think I’d ever need it though, but I enjoyed how the pullback used to feel”! “So what’s your superpower?”, he asks as he nudges me with his shoulder. “Healing”, I tell him! I want to heal everything and anything because I don’t want anyone to ever feel as broken as I do. “To be able to heal anyone of anything instantly! A broken leg, cancer, a broken heart”.

Most probably , God knew that the old innocent me would not be able to survive this world – there fore , I was given a nother chance to become some one I needed to be to survive. I have watched moves and tv shows , and I have seen super heroes with their superpowers – what if this was my super power? In the movies , you watch as normal humans are given these powers in various ways – what if struggles are our way of getting super powers. Our super powers could be strength and endurance – by fighting through our struggles , we become this type of super beings with resilience and endurance to get us through the pain.

I questioned. “I plan on using your powers to get rid of werewolves and elves for good. It’ll just be vampires when I’m done and then we’ll go on a rampage and kill an abundance of humans; we’ll keep some as slaves and blood bags and make them mate for survival. I’ll also use your powers to bring the gods to Earth and steal their power,” he said, “Well how does my plan sound?” “Unbelievable,” I said. “Such a smart ass kid,” he laughed.