H'el Vs Superman Novels & Stories

Was I in hell? "No, you are not in hell," he answered. "Look, you ate what you should have never eaten, it should have not been there in the first place. I am Koyala, the leader of this crew you see here. And yes, we are short. We come from a planet called Myozola and we are here on a mission." As if I pissed him off he shouted to some other white guy in a foreign language and immediately a flashing light shone at me and with the words "go home" from him I passed out.

Finally, her eyes lit up when she spotted an item in a prominent corner. It was a sapphire blue velvet suit. The color was vibrant and elegant, but the genius touch was in the pocket square: it had a small embroidered Superman logo. Helena's heart raced. Superman! She had several T-shirts and sweatshirts with Superman prints at home. If she bought it, she could go out with Mateo wearing “matching outfits.” The words “mother and son outfits” popped into her mind without warning.

"If you say so, then, be careful. I'll arrange the helicopter for you and we'll start to sort out our plan on attacking after you return." All other family members nod their head in agreement. They need to plan this thing very carefully. This time their war is not the same war as before. They're dealing with a creature called superhuman. Thus, they need something that is capable enough to destroy the superhuman army. "Thank you, daddy." Athena hugs her father and shifts to her mother after that. "But, before you go… finish your medicine first," Hazel said and that makes Athena remember that she pulls out the line on her arm before.

"You don't need to concern yourself about what happens to him; we'll deal with him." Lucy laughed, " You sound like you're a member of the mafia!" She exclaimed as she passed a latte to Amelia. "I don't need the mafia; we'll just send the Smokey after him," Nick replied with a wink. "Oh yeah, he was a whatjamacallit...a walrus," she explained to Amelia. Gabriel chuckled and rolled his eyes at her, "SEAL you twit, not walrus!" "Oh whatever," she said, handing Gabriel his coffee, "it swims and has flippers, same thing."

He asks looking at me intently. “Superheroes are mad up but yeah whatever.” I say and he smiles a little. “I don’t know if they’re made up.” He says and I look at him amused. “Knox, they’re fiction.” I and he shrugs his shoulders like he doesn’t agree. “I think I would be Superman.” He says and I look at him shocked. “Really?” I can’t believe his answer. Out of all the superheroes in the world “Yes!” He says offended. “Not even Iron man? Or …”

she asks, and he nods excitedly. "Like Dad?" he asks, looking at his father with admiration. "Stronger than him! Like Henry Cavill," the boy makes a face of not knowing who she's referring to, and she corrects herself. "Superman!" The boy opens his mouth, amazed. "Dad, I'm going to be strong like Superman!" the boy exclaims ecstatically. "And more handsome than him," Ayden clarifies, giving Arya a dirty look. She can't help but think that he's still jealous.

Arthit sighed deeply and then nodded his head while holding her swaying figure in place. Darika tilted her head as she looked at him and said, "I've seen Bat-Man, Iron Man, Spider-Man, Super Man, and even I know Aqua Man but who is this "YOUR MAN" and "MY MAN". I've never heard of him. Mr. YOUR MAN MY MAN! Are you new to the trend?". 'Silly Darika is dangerous but Drunken Darika is as fragile as a ticking bomb', Arthit thought and massaged his head. "But you don't have a suit like Iron Man, Spider-Man. No Cap, no mask, and no red tight underwear like Superman. Even Aqua Man has antiseptic", Darika giggled loudly.

The wide grin on his face sent shivers down my spine. Everyone seemed lost in his beauty, too lost to notice how he grinned at me. Or was I imagining things? He looked exactly like the man with the beautiful hair from my dream yet, he looked different from him. The man from my dreams had hair as dark as this man but while his was decorated with crimson, this man's was not. Also, the man from my dreams had eyes as red as blood but this man had emerald eyes instead.

“Randall, that schtick’s old. I haven’t fallen for a sh*t this unoriginal since junior high.” “Yea, dude. I mean, Superman? Really? Why not Iron-Man, huh?” “I’m telling you, I ain’t trippin’, guys! Like, Superman was wearing this white shirt or something and zipping through buildings at high speed right outside. It was like a blip—boom, gone! Faster than Spider-Man! Come on, look! Seeing is believing!” Randall Guy was so thrilled by the discovery that he began to yank two of his closest coworkers to the window with his face flushed red, but, of course, Zayn was long gone with not a trace of him ever being there.

Now, he could proudly say that he dealt with even missiles, let alone the pendant's corrosion effect. Right now, he was a version of Superman who was not vulnerable to kryptonite! Still, he glanced outside just then, "There's more coming." Drunken Moon turned to find a withered middle-aged man and was once again impressed by his powerful senses. It seemed like there was no catching up to him in this life! But that was fine—with someone like Frank as his friend, he would definitely come to her aid in times of trouble. And since she was no martial nut, she was fine being inferior as she did not really care.