Dumb Superheroes Novels & Stories

"Let's throw out some names and see which one we like the best." "Pride of the Man," Kade suggests. We write it down, but it doesn't seem to resonate with anyone. "Princess and the Beast," I propose. Shaylee thinks it's a good one, but the boys aren't convinced. "Um, how about 'Pride and Prejudice'?" Shaylee suggests, but I don't think we can use that since it's a book. As long as we steer clear of Jane Austen, we should be fine. The three of us look at Andrew, waiting for his input. "Her Dark Knight," he suggests, and holy crap, that's the best one so far. "Dang it."

"Are you dumb?" "Yes, and I also smell!"

Eleonna stated as she grabbed the girl and ran with her. The four male watched the two of them furiously as they caress the pain they felt in their body. "Losers! You got knocked out from a girl?! Stupid weakshits!" the male named Jacob exclaimed. "Said the guy who passed out after being hit by a trash bin!"

I found him on the couch, watching some superhero movie. For me, all the colorful suits blended together, and I couldn’t keep them straight. If it wasn’t Superman, Batman, or Spiderman, I had no clue who was on screen. “You want me to order pizza for dinner?” I asked. “I know it’s a little early, but —” “Yeah!” I chuckled. “Okay. I’ll take care of it.” As we waited for the pizza to arrive, I sat next to Leo and tried to make heads or tails out of the movie. Apparently, a snake-faced bad guy was trying to, from what I could tell, end the world with some kind of microscopic nanorobots. And the hero, for some reason, could only save the world with a weirdly named metal only found on the moon. I

“You ask a dumb question, and for once I thought the man down there has no hold on you, but clearly you think with him rather than your brain, Damien Sullivan!!! This was about to be...lit!

It looked like your average soda, which meant he had a few more screws loose than I originally thought. "Whoa, there." I had to calm him down. "Auras. No, I think that would be way cool." Uber-polite Dante was way better than hanging-by-a-thread Dante. He ran a hand over his face, pausing as if fighting for control. "And like every superhero, we have a weakness," he continued. When he opened his eyes, they looked sad, yet resigned somehow. "We all have the same weakness?" For some reason, I felt like he was being straight with me.

Jovie was rather displeased by the other children's teasing, and she retorted, "Nonsense! My Dad isn't a pig! He's a hero and the best bodyguard in the whole world! He's a superhero!" A little boy, sitting in the second row and dressed in a tailored suit, stood up with a smug look and gave Jovie a once-over. "You say your Dad is a hero? I've never heard anything more stupid! He's just a bodyguard! How can he possibly be a superhero? Don't be stupid; your Dad is just a pig and a useless scum! There's nothing to be proud of! In fact, I'm feeling very embarrassed for you!"

“Take down.” Staying in the whole “super hero’s mindset was not going as easy as I thought it would. You know how it goes, the good guy has to beat the bad guy and safe the world while that kind of socks when the bad guy isn’t really a bad buy, suck even mare when that “bad guy is your friend. The team and I surged into action ready to take down Cynosore and Slaughterhouse. Eric threw his chair at Cynosore, only for Slaughterhouse to obliterate it with her eye beam.

There was a duo of dumb and dumber because how did the second one manage to say something even more stupid than the first? "Oh what I would do to get to hit that, maybe with what nice about it the commander will let us share? " I looked down at Damian to see his reaction but it seems most of his attention had already been claimed by the press ups no surprise about that it would be weird if he was more focused on me than the exercise he came to do in the first place he was now moving faster and I was impressed by his form and everything I didn't know much about exercise but I would have to endure this strain on my muscle everyday because of several reasons.

He pouted as I smiled. “How many times have you seen me this week? Huh? And why did you have to get injured? I've told you countless times to be careful.” I scolded, trying to keep my tone soft at the same time. “I was playing a superhero with Brie and Remi. I was Superman. Brie, Wonder Woman and Remi, supergirl.” “Superman does not hurt himself. He's very careful while saving the say. So you’ll be careful from now on. You know you can't protect your sisters if you're injured right?” I questioned meaningfully as he nodded his head.