Dumb Superheroes Novels & Stories

Hate was too small a word,it was too simple What I felt was slower. The kind of suffocating resentment that settled into your bones and refused to leave. Thirty years old man still stuck in a 9-5 job at Apex Dynamics. No money and no prospects The world had already decided I was the designated punching bag. Over a century again,due to some mutation that the government kept super-secret. Superpowers became a thing of existence. That brought about flashy pricks flying around on the news and government-sponsored heroes signing endorsement deals One in a thousand people got powers.

“And that guy’s some important mogul taking the helm of a bullish company? Mate, I don’t think its upward growth is gonna last any sooner.” “Dude thinks that just because he watches some action superhero movies on Netflix or Disney+ or something, and he’s suddenly a superhero of his own right! Haha, you can’t make this sh*t up!” Every member of the Northmob Council was seized by laughing fits. They did not try to hide their amusement and scorn behind any pretense. Some even laughed so hard that tears were rolling down their cheeks.

“You’re right. This is crazy. Am I pushing too hard? Or not going fast enough?” “You are doing everything you can. No one can expect any more than that from you. You’re a supernatural, not a superhero. I know sometimes it can be hard to tell the difference. But there is a vast difference.” Everyone chuckled at that. Most within the room have seen the recent movies. Movies with heroes who just have an issue with a sunlight allergy. There’s the trope about them pining to be human once more. Then the rash of superhero movies neglecting any issue with maintaining dual existences and morals.

“Lenoir stop being emotional, what happened is not deep—” “— OH! YOU GETTING SHOT AT BY DIFFERENT CATEGORIES OF BULLETS IS NO BIG DEAL?!” Lenoir chuckled like an insane person and continued nagging while I tried my very best not to lose my cool. I didn't even have the strength to yell, I used up all my energy at court. “THERE'S A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN BEING SMART AND BEING STUPID! AND YOU MY DEAR WIFE DEFINITELY DON'T FILL THE CATEGORY OF SMARTS!!”

Slightly annoyed, I glanced over to my left to see that the nearby torches were still well protected under the awning, but something—or someone—was blocking their light. Now, most Guardians are in impeccable shape. We are much stronger and a lot of the time more defined than the majority of humans, thanks to our hybrid genes. Not to mention, if Viking invaders weren't enough to keep you in shape, then Strigoi sure as hell were. But this guy...he was one of the largest men I had ever seen. His shoulders were covered by a hooded cloak made out of a material I had never seen before, but the shadowed outline from the flickering light gave away their broadness and impressive stature. His legs wer

this one isn't a joke. Only one person in the history of my existence has scared me this much, it's Roman Rogriguez , my elder brother. #################

“No. I was just messing with a dog. Let’s talk about serious stuff. Dad, I want to transfer classes. I want to go into the first class of the third senior year.” This was the legendary elite class. It was full of top students. My dad’s hand shook. He spilled tea all over his pants. “What? Did you get stressed out? That class is full of bookworms. It’s not fun at all! And… your grades. You won’t be able to keep up.” I pulled out a wrinkled Olympiad award sheet from my bag and slapped it on the table. “Who says I can’t keep up?” My dad picked up the certificate and squinted at it for a long time. His eyes almost popped out.

"In issue forty-seven he had to choose between saving the city or saving his sidekick!" "And he saved both because he's overpowered," Lake countered. "That's not a real struggle." I caught Lumina's eye and saw my own amusement reflected there. Somehow, in the span of minutes, we'd gone from discussing child soldiers and revenge missions to arguing about superhero comics. It was so perfectly, absurdly normal that I wanted to bottle this moment and keep it forever. "Alright, superhero scholars," I said. "Take your debate upstairs. You can continue arguing about Captain Justice's merits while you brush your teeth."

Monsters or Greeters was very not conscious in the past because their intelligence was only at low level at best as they only know that they were not in their own territory and they even had. So after knowing that heroes was enslaved unexpectedly and was bind to the system whom those crazy scientist had called much more omnipotent than the heroes whom had their own ability given by the rain that they believe the ‘God’ in heaven had offered to them when they were in times of despair and trouble. But after being electrified once when they tried on killing the systems bonded to them or trying to get the power this omnipotent system had, the heroes who grew arrogant after having this powerful ab

Leo crashed to the floor, his technopath light sputtering and dying as he clutched his badly burned arm. The toxic blue smoke moved like a living predator, wrapping around Killian's massive body. The synthetic silver dust entered his bloodstream, targeting his inner beast. Killian felt his alpha strength draining away instantly. His muscles turned to water, and his legs buckled, sending his massive frame crashing heavily onto the cold concrete floor.