I Am A Super Hero Novels & Stories

Sometimes, Aling Sonya’s youngest daughter, Lila, a curious and energetic six-year-old, would join me. “Daisy, why do you stand like a superhero?” Lila asked one morning, imitating my wide stance and hands on my hips during a pelvic tilt. I giggled. “Because I am a superhero, Lila. We mothers are all superheroes, getting ready to bring new life into the world.” Lila’s eyes widened. “Wow! Can I be a superhero too?” “Of course!” I ruffled her hair. “You already are, helping your Mama and being such a sweet girl.”

She shook her head and cut in, "No, Jay. First of all, it's an Airline company not an Aeroplane company, and Mama is not going to be a pilot." "You are not?" He pouted, staring at his mother. "No, honey. I'm going to be a Mail Superintendent." Jasmina stated and drew Jaimie to herself once more. "A mail super...?" He quit trying to pronounce the obviously difficult word, "Is that like a Super hero?" Jaimie asked and then he gasped. "Mama's gonna be a superhero!! You're gonna save the world like my best superhero, Superman!" He added. Jasmina and I nearly laughed our lungs out.

Although I still see him, King Alword in my dreams haunting me. Am 18. Neither tall nor short, have long black hair, blue ocean eyes, pink lips and possess a super power. I have the ability to heal anything. Cool right??. I checked the time on my phone screen and sigh, i don't wish to be late. I tossed away the blanket from my body and stood up, I head towards my bathroom and had a nice bath. The warm running did a really good job on my skin. After bathing, I cleaned myself with my towel and applied body lotion. I got dressed in my favorite blue bib jumpsuit and white sneakers, I packed up my hair in a high ponytail before I glanced back at the mirror. Yeah am ready.

Wait until my wound heals, then I would officially apologize to them. "Protecting you is their duty so don't feel guilty." Alpha King caressed my hand. "No one is obligated to protect me! Even if it's their job, I have to sincerely thank them. Without them, I wouldn't have been able to escape the killer's control. I thank them very much, so please pass my word on to them." I smiled. Whoever I was, a human or a werewolf, a commoner or the Luna Queen, I must be grateful and sincerely thank those who have helped and protected me.

“Where will you go, Colin? How can you fight us all?” He was right. What was I doing playing hero? To save a girl I didn’t even like. With powers that couldn’t set fire to a fart (literally—I’d tried many, many times). I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to fight anyone, save anyone, stand up for and/or against anyone. She didn’t even deserve my help. “Is that stuff flammable?” I asked in my best I’m-not-bluffing-honest-I’m-not voice. I pointed at the lake.

My sole thought is to fuck her senseless. She was a Luna and a powerful superhuman. This is all uncharted territory. I have no idea what to expect or do. I am fucking thrown out of the plane without a parachute. The protective bubble surrounding us was an example. I tried mind-linking our pack doctor, but I gave up since Aarya was not ready to tell others about her power.

“Not dangerous.” “Not dangerous,” she repeats, her full lips looking so damn kissable, it’s all I can do not to claim that pouty mouth. “Right.” “Special how?” “Uh…” I remember that I picked up my motorcycle in front of her— something I wouldn’t have done if I hadn’t just flipped over a car and landed on my head. “I’m just really strong. And I heal fast. Kinda like a superhero.” A superhero. Wow. That’s a great line. I don’t know why I don’t use that more often with the women.

“You are too young to understand the true potential of what adults can do.” “He took from you, please don’t take from me. Superheroes are selfless, they are above revenge.” He does something I’m not expecting, he places my hand in his. “Like I said, I’m no superhero.” “Yes you are, to me you are. You won’t need to heal me anymore because losing him will kill me.”

Jace's voice broke on a sob. This was impossible. How was I supposed to do this? Damian's deep voice cut through my panic. "Jace." My son looked up at him, tears streaming down his face. "Your mom is a superhero, right?" Damian asked. "That's what you told me earlier." Jace nodded, sniffling. "And what do superheroes do?" "They... they save people," Jace whispered. "That's right. They save people. Even when it's hard. Even when they want to stay home." Damian's voice was surprisingly gentle. "Your mom has to go be a superhero right now. But superheroes always come back. Right?"

I narrated what happened and his face went from slowly being blank to one of surprise. It was hilarious how he looked at me right after I ended the narration. “Oh my God, I didn't know that I had a superhero as my mate. You are a real gem, my queen,” He teased me. “I am not a superhero. I don't even know if my powers will work again. There is a probability that I might not be able to heal anyone else, but I want to give it a try. I want to do something for our people,” I uttered in determination.