Dumb Superheroes Novels & Stories

Damian Cavendish—man of steel, ruthless CEO—kneeling on polished wood floors, face to face with a five-year-old boy. Julian gave him a shy smile. “Hi.” Sienna watched them carefully. She had spent years dreading this moment, terrified of what Damian would be like with their son. Cold? Controlling? Distant? But there was none of that now. Damian seemed unsure, even a little awkward, like he was walking a tightrope without a net. His hand hovered in the air for a second before he held it out. “Do you like superheroes?” he asked. Julian’s face lit up. “I love them! My favorite is Spider-Man.”

“I know. Classy. That one is all yours.” Classy looked from the terrified creature to where Shadowalker’s voice seemed to emanate. “I… I can’t. Not like this. It’s scared.” “You could have killed all of them,” the voice boomed, not unkindly, but with immense pressure. “But a bond is still holding you back. A sympathy for life. Even twisted life. Sever that bond and become the badass superhero you’ve always wanted to be!” Classy clenched his fists. “But I don’t know what’s holding me back! Maybe if I say what my problem is, I’ll be able to solve it.”

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She was alarmed as she knew if he was to start a fight with Damien, he might end up in the hospital with several broken bones. Damien observed Jeffery nonchalantly, his gaze fixed on Jeffery’s clenched hands, unsure whether to cry or laugh at his foolishness. Admittedly, Jeffery was correct. Being a powerful mafia and possessing supernatural abilities were two distinct things. A mere flick of Damien’s finger on Jeffery’s forehead could send him into oblivion.

LYNE: A rush of energy surged through me to cry out, and I did. “Help!!!” I screamed. Surely they'll be good werewolves around to save me. But my cry is drowned out by their loud, obnoxious laughter. “Oh, save yourself the strength, Lyne. You're far into the woods; no one can hear you even if you scream your guts out.” Maverick Chuckles out as they get closer. Panic gnaws inside me, and I scan my eyes desperately around. He was right. The forest was thick and foggy, with not even the faintest of light in sight.

he keeps talking, speaking about being a homophobic jerk. I took a sip of my coffee but it didn’t taste the same, it wasn’t even good to begin with, I placed the cup on the table, placed some money on the table and left the café angry, my mood is as sour as always, and they doubt if I have a soul. I clearly have one, a dark one, one that’s filled with darkness and pain, with no one to be there for me, to bring light to my darkness.

Smith said, “only without the really expensive suits and cool sunglasses.” “Or the fancy hi-tech super weapons,” Jones added. Cali did not like where this appeared to be headed, so she decided she had better go into her “not too bright” act. “Like, wow,” she said, widening her eyes. “That’s way cool. Like Superman and Spiderman and The Avengers and stuff?” Smith frowned, while Jones rolled his eyes. “Those are comic book characters, Miss Farnsworth,” Jones said stiffly. “We deal with real ‘stuff’, like magic and vampires and witches.”

Maybe I had been watching too much TV and now, I was plain stupid. I wished I was deaf, blind and mute, cut off from this world. It wouldn't hurt so bad if I couldn't see his face or hear his stupid voice. 'Adr..Adrianne.' I said, stuttering as his hand came up to stroke my cheek delicately. I cringed, terror and disgust filling my heart. I willed myself to be calm, letting my mind think fast. Daddy had always said I was smart girl. Think! I told myself.

You can have everything else if you want to, But you don’t ask me to do any sort of stupid things against my family. because you don’t have one you don’t know how it feels, Dont you dare touch my family. Silence prevails once more and then… Delilah chuckles from the other end and Carl is confused by the laughter “What’s wrong, what’s funny? He raised one of his eyebrows and asked Delilah in a confused voice “Well, you behave like you are some sort of superhero, but you are not you not even close to one, and you know why?, Well because you are more useless than a de*d snail，

Whiplash said, his voice accompanied by a hoarse whistling, a sign of his old age catching up to him? The squad members pulled up their displays from their hero suits, and one by one, they read out their current rankings and attributes. The readings were disappointingly low, except for Dante, who was on the cusp of breaking into the B-rank. His ranking was 11,382, the lowest of the low, showcasing the scarcity of ranked superheroes compared to the unranked ones. To be ranked was truly an honor and privilege, reserved for the most skillful and promising individuals. The rest of the squad reported their low attributes, all of them unranked.