Hood Superhero Novels & Stories

Then we'll have a chance to find his weakness. 'What might his weakness be?' 'Money,' Lily answered immediately. 'All his money!' Caleb added calmly, 'Not just money. His empire. He has a secret offshore trust fund. That is the real core of his business empire. What we need is control of that fund.' I gasped. What kind of children were these two? 'Mommy, just do as we say,' Caleb comforted me. "First of all, you need a new phone that cannot be tracked.'

CHAPTER 17 ZYLIAH'S POV "Babies, come here." I beckoned to my sons, who were staring at this tall, well-built frame of a man the same way they usually stared at their individual favorite superhero figures-Captain America and Batman. Captain America for Waylen, Batman for Casper. The intrigue and admiration in their eyes was as surprising as it was terrifying. No, it couldn't be. "Waylen. Casper." I repeated, not taking my eyes off this guy with an imposing and impressively intimidating aura.

The video had a slow-motion part, showing a blurred outline of a person quickly moving and saving the woman. "What the hell was that? Is that a phantom shadow?" "He's definitely human! (This user inserted a screenshot of a part of the video.)" "Real life superhero, indeed!" "He's like a shadow version of The Flash." These were some of the top comments under the video. Gale breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that the face of the so-called Real Life Superhero wasn't recognized. "I bet that superhero is handsome like Captain America." "How I wish he would show up in my bedroom tonight."

Alaric stood at the edge of the field, arms crossed. His gaze swept over every pair of fighters with cold precision. When he wasn't speaking, his entire presence radiated the kind of Alpha dominance that made everyone tense on instinct. This was Alaric. The hero of the entire werewolf world. The legendary Alpha who'd risen to godlike status in the Vampire War. Every pack revered him. Every enemy retreated at the sound of his name. But my second look landed on his arm. Alaric wore a long-sleeved training shirt. When he raised his right hand to adjust a warrior's stance, his sleeve shifted slightly, revealing a small patch of skin on the inside of his forearm.

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!"

I ask, trying to make a conversation with this little guy who looks like me when I was younger. "Yes! He can fly and he has this amazing suit on him that he made it himself. He defeats bad people and he saves the city. I really love Ironman. See? My shirt is Ironman too." He shows off his shirt and he looked so proud of his favorite superhero. I smile at him and how adorable she looked. "Wow! Your shirt is very nice, bud. But how about Superman?" "I like him as well. I actually like all the superheroes because they're the good guys but I really really love Ironman the most. Tony Stark is super cool."

HUNTER I slam my fist hard against the bathroom wall, feeling the cold water pour down my body as I close my eyes. Yesterday was a fucking disaster. Her father was one thing though. His aura was strong, like a beta, which is impossible because apparently, he’s an omega. And omegas aren’t supposed to hold that strong of an aura, right? He can’t be a beta by blood, yet there’s no denying the authority oozing off him. Come to think of it, I heard of a rumor about a beta who stepped down from his rank twenty years ago. No one knew the real reason why, but I had heard some people say he left his duty to be with his mate.

"Yeah, he's my real-life hero." Quade hummed and his playful grin morphed into something a little more sinister, "I'm not much of a fan of heroes. I've always told my girl, it's the villain that will burn down the world for you, damn the consequences." "That's a bit extreme." Quade shrugged, "Sometimes people need to feel an extreme kind of love." Victor glowered at Quade. This time he didn't ask for my hand, he took it and weaved our fingers together before baring his teeth as his friend.

Don't worry, when I come back, I'll bring a gift for both of you. — If you go and don't come back with my sombrero and a bottle of very spicy pepper, you know we'll have a huge problem. I'll make you work for another fifty years with me," a male voice appeared in the lobby. Coming out of the employee elevator, a man in an unbuttoned suit, a backpack on his shoulder, and a wonderful woody perfume that could be smelled from a distance, his calm tone of voice sounded like thunder, and he was completely different from what Catherine could expect from someone working there. He was tall, probably about six feet tall, strong, his hair was tied up in a bun on top of his head, a lumberjack-style bear

He felt a little up as he saw their frightened face. Fear was what making them kneel infront of him. That was always the power he got to frighten them. " Yesss... Brotherrrr Freyyy......we willlll..." All nodded their head as they said together. They know they can't beat him even when they team up. So the only thing they could do is, do what he says. He leaved no choice for them. Brother Frey had power like he had a strong man baking him up. The guys who follow him was only doing it due to fear.