Romans & histoires Creative Superpowers

"Let me fucking go!” “Well, shit, since you asked so nicely, I guess I will,” I say, releasing him. His eyes widen once more in surprise, and then he’s scrambling up. Or at least trying to. He instantly drops back down, but he’s not deterred. Desperation is more potent than a bullet wound to the knee. If the government could bottle that particular emotion, they could create an army of superhumans. It’s the driving force that creates extraordinary abilities. Lifting a car of your dying child trapped beneath the tire. Running with a broken leg. Or rather, running with a kneecap shot out.

“But you agree you found something useful there. We might need it if we forget any of our abilities. At least we now know that we are super powerful.” I grinned at that but that did not mean that I wasn't still mad. I am very mad at the writer of that book. Why would he write about powers without a good explanation on how to harness them? I scoffed and pulled the book out before leaving for my room, all the while my mind reeling with the knowledge that I could change reality to how I want it to. For the first time since our troubles started, a genuine smile graced my face.

"But I almost feel like he is putting you off by saying this. Are you sure there was nothing wrong with him when you met?" "Actually, I feel the same as you. I didn't notice anything wrong with him, but did you know he has a superpower?" "I know that. He is rich." "I'm not talking about that. He's not like Batman. He really has superpowers, the kind that can read people's minds." "Oh? Mind reading? Then he can only be regarded as half a superpower." Jennifer was right. Most of the abilities of people who could be called superpowers were very astonishing. When you saw them display their abilities, you would feel like you were watching a Hollywood blockbuster.

I arched my brows at his questions, I could answer the first one perfectly, but I didn’t understand the other, and as if he knew my inner battle he explained better. “I meant, tell us the situation where those powers come up. Were you scared, happy, or excited?” I nodded. “The powers I’ve seen from my nineteenth birthday have been super speed and healing.” I bit my lips, I intentionally left the compelling one. Furthermore, I don’t want any of them to see me as a threat or a monster. “Just those two,” He asked, and I nodded. “Are you sure, Luna Andrea?” He probes further, and I give him the same answer.

As he saw Jin and his minions running away from the scene. "What I'm I going to do now, I'm dead if I don't think of something and the worst part is that I don't have powers to protect myself, I'm the weakest of the weak. The weakest part of the world at least have an ability but I don't" In this world people have abilities and they are classified under different types. The first is power types, these are people with physical abilities and his include super speed, super strength, invisibility and so on. They are called super being.

“I…” I hesitated, unsure of what to say. My inner monologue had been so cruel that I wasn’t used to hearing someone actually be… excited about my powers. “I don’t know about being a superhero, but maybe I’ll be able to light a candle without a match.”

He looked at me with eyes so wide I thought they would pop out of his head. "Do you know about them?" He asked between breaths. "About who?" I asked, feigning ignorance. "Your boyfriend's men. Do you know they are crazy?" He shook his head. "Crazy is not the right word but… they have superpowers. They're not normal." "Are they aliens?" At that question, I stared blankly at him. "They're not aliens," I said. "Ted could move the car without touching it. He was talking to machines. Literally machines."

“24, 25, 26, 27…” Bryan lounged against a weight rack nearby, munching on a protein bar. “Hey, Classy… want some? They’re not bad.” Classy didn’t break rhythm. “28, 29, 30… I’m good. Thanks.” He stood up, not even winded. “So,” Bryan said, through a mouthful, “what are your powers anyway? That earthquake thing was wild.” Classy looked at his own hands, flexing his fingers. “I think… it’s manipulation of matter at a fundamental level. Rearranging atomic structures. Breaking things down, rebuilding them. You could call it ‘overhaul.’”

They have superpowers and high speed, high senses that allow them to see, hear, smell, and taste better than any other normal human being. Vampires are vulnerable to silver and sunlight. Still, they have some sort of supernatural power that changes from one vampire to another, and they call these superpowers gifts. Some of them can control water, others can control the wind, flames of fire; some of them even can control other vampires' minds or see the future. Still, the most wanted gift is the shield since this one can protect them from the sun curse. These powers and abilities grow stronger with time, age, and the consumption of human blood.

He thought aloud. He began thinking about what he would do if he had a superpower and how cool he would be. He ran for a few seconds with his hands stretched behind him, hoping he would run as fast as anime characters. He did hand signs like Naruto. Growled like werewolves and vampires. Make gestures like Doctor Strange. He did a lot of what superheroes do and for some moment, he was out of reality and forgot about medram and his parents. He forgot how people hated him and forgot how scared he was of the route he was commuting.