Hood Superhero Novels & Stories

Lucian even had a dream that his father was a superhero who couldn’t live with him and his mother because of the bad guys. Lucian thought his father was very cool and secretly vowed to become a superhero just like his father one day. Yet his secret resolve and dreams broke down when his mother told him the news about his father, who was an Alpha.

"Mommy says I'm good at keeping secrets. I'll keep yours too!" "My favorite superhero is the Hulk." Despite everything between us, despite all my anger and hurt, watching him be so gentle and patient with Harry makes my throat tighten with emotion. This is what my son has been missing for years. Harry's eyes go wide. "The Hulk? Why?" "Because the Hulk can kick anything to outer space." "Even a ball?" Jaxon chuckles. "Especially a ball, kid." My stomach drops as I watch them interact so easily. What’s the probability of them bonding like they’ve known each other for years? And why does seeing how natural Jaxon is with children—how natural he could be with Harry, given the chance—feel so dange

He saw me as this amazing, powerful superhero? On her chest in the drawing, sat a single letter ‘D’ most likely for Dylan, and a red cape flew behind her. “It’s you!” Freddie stated. “You’re a superhero, and you’re my hero.” I smiled at my brother, and held my arms out for a big hug which he quickly complied with. His arms wrapped tightly around my neck and he squeezed me affectionately. “I’m glad you’re my sister.”

"Don't you see, your powers are too strong to be there in the world? We can't let you leave this island, Bash. It's not only for your own good but for everyone else too." "But I'm a superhero," Bash argues. "And you're a bully!" Bash sticks out his chest, proudly standing his ground. I can see the alpha energy surging from him. "STOP LYING and leave me and my mama alone, NOW!" he roars, using his alpha voice for the first time.

he replied relaxed. “Then if my father was your friend, why didn’t you kill them yourself?!” he demanded. “I can’t just walk up and just shoot somebody. It doesn’t work that way at all. It’ll do more harm than good if I do it”. “Then why me?” he asked. “I have a hunch that your hands are gifted?” “Pardon?” “You’re talented just like your father” he replied simply. Takashi was silent. “So do you want to do it?” he asked.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

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.

Mutants have a distinctive scent. It goes along with their overall wrongness. They smelled like rotten earth and industrial buildings. Depending on the type of mutant, all they had to do was be near you, and you could become infected. Only superheroes can defend from those because they have some of the mutant genes in them, so they don’t turn. If you don’t have the mutant genes in you already, you’re at risk of turning into a mutant. Those mutants are rare. It’s more common to face the ones that if they bite you or break your skin, you become infected. But it was always better to be safe, then dead.

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

‘Do you mean to say we are almost immortal? ‘Oh, no.’ She chuckled again. ‘If we were, I wouldn’t be dead now, right?’ I bit the inside of my cheek and nodded. ‘I see your point. To sum it up, we are humans with superpowers of healing.’ Like Wolverine. This comic character was the only superhuman I could think about who fitted the bill. But focusing more on myself, now I could say this was the reason why the bullet and the explosion didn’t kill me. I healed myself.