Hood Superhero Novels & Stories

CALLUM A lot of little boys idolize superheroes. I’ve always identified more with the villains. It’s not like I had designs on growing up to become some sort of evil mastermind, but some part of me has always recognized that desperate darkness that lurks beneath the surface of the villain in the story. The tortured soul behind the manic façade.

Is he a part of the Mafia or what? How can someone has brutal as this still exist. Jail he should to to jail. Fuck am calling the police. God......look at that body.... The chest which stood like an holy ground where I won't mind offering a prayer, then the v-line on his hips, just like a call of duty. A duty that would make you want to rip off his towel and show what's hidden behind to the world. Right in front of me is Xavier, well not just Xavier, a naked Xavier.

he spat, “it is hell, actually! The souls of the damned and all that shit that it seemed impossible to get out of until this guy, calls himself Prometheus and claims to be a god and all that he could get us out only of I could help him find some mysterious cosmic artifact...” “I’m guessing you didn't find it...” Natasha said, still on the ground. “No, but I found something else,” he glared at her, “you! Your energy is different. Not like the other speedsters I've heard of, meaning you had to know something about this artifact but all that didn't help because you don't know shit! You're just a Miss Goody Two Shoes who runs around in spandex saving people.” “It still doesn't explain why you wa

She chuckled a little and nodded at him approvingly. "Okay, yes… he is your papa but he is your superhero as well, right?" She asked with a small smile. She wasn't going to raise the topic about Dominic being his father until he calms down. "Yes." He mumbled with a small nod, looking at his mommy with concentration. "Aren't superheroes very strong?" She asked slowly and he frowned a little as he was trying to understand what his mommy was trying to say. "Yes." He nodded once again. "Do they get hurt?" She asked once again, very close to prove his points.

I grin. “Favorite superhero?” I ask and look at him curiously. “Obviously The Winter Soldier.” He states. Yes! He’s a marvel fan. I grin widely and he winks. “Your turn.” I order. “Who is your favorite superhero?” He asks. I narrow my eyes at him and cross my arms.

“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.

Grandpa boasted while touching my shoulder, "He killed Kitty Van Hoe all by himself." "He doesn't strike me as tough. Whom do you expect to protect you, that gorgeous bodyguard of yours?" Frederic was pointing his index finger at Athena. "I've heard that she's the government's prototype for a super soldier. Who knew this sweet-looking lady was a super soldier?" He placed his hands over Athena's chest and said, "She's too good and too sexy to be a bodyguard."

“But he's right, you know. It's not your fault, so stop blaming yourself. It's just another part of your superhero complex.” “Stop nagging me about it,” I said irritably. “I'm not a superhero. I can't even raise my voice to help a boy I grew up with.” “There's your origin story, Ashley. And with the amount of money you have, you could easily become a heroine like Batman or Iron Man. Both are very interesting, excellent choices.” “...Are you even listening to me?” “Personally, I would choose Batman. Tall, black, and handsome, am I right?”

Lucas revealed and Cherry’s eyes stretched wide again. "That's great news! It would be so much fun acting as a superhero with you there,” "Superhero?” Lucas creased his brow at the mention of a superhero. Why would she be a superhero for a shoot which is meant for a cosmetic product? It was confusing to Lucas. "Yes! A superhero is what my dad called it. He told me that I am just like a superhero who will tell my friends and everyone else how good something is. Which of course is your Dad’s product.” She explained then continued.

"Heroes like Superman, Batman, or the Avengers?" Emily nodded slowly, her mind racing with a myriad of questions. "Yeah, I've heard of them," she replied tentatively. "But what does that have to do with... with what happened last night?" Alex paused, searching for the right words to convey the truth without overwhelming Emily. "Well, let's just say... I'm part of something similar," he explained cautiously. "What you saw... that was my superhero costume." Emily's eyes widened in astonishment, a mixture of disbelief and wonder dancing within their depths. "Uncle Alex, you're... you're a superhero?" she breathed, her voice tinged with awe.