I Am A Super Hero Novels & Stories

I had to use my chance before she would find something to say. “Grandma, I have already broken the seal in my previous life. I have all the notes I need to do it, and I would save someone's life, releasing him from a terrible curse. Don't you think it is worth a try? Moreover, since you like quotes… then how about “with great power comes great responsibility”?” I smiled, blinking my eyes. “I do not recall you were a superhero,” she stated coldly. “I'm not… But I can become one… with a little help from my invincible Grandma,” I grinned.

"I have no doubt that she was an incredible woman. If you don't mind, I would love to visit her." Mia looked at Colton. "A..are you sure about that?" "Of course. I need to thank her for birthing an incredible woman and also give her my word that there's no need to worry about you anymore since you have a superhero by your side." Mia chuckled. "Who's the superhero?" She teased. "Me of course!" He said proudly. "Oh really?" She laughed. "Are you trying to deny me?" "Like it's even possible to deny you. You're literally everywhere, even in my dreams." Mia mentally facepalmed as soon as those words came out of her mouth. She didn't mean to mention seeing him in her dreams.

Mom, Aunty Yemi, Leonardo and even- "Jay Jay? What are you thinking about? You don't seen to be listening to me at all?" I smiled at her as I scratched the back of my head. "Sorry. I was watching the Okada man and was wondering how wonderful it would be to be a hero." She raised an eyebrow. "A hero? Do you mean like a super hero with the capes and inside out underwear and all that?" I snorted at the description.

Sometimes I think my superpower consists simply in being in the right place at the right time, and I'm just a dirty-minded SOB who knows how to take advantage of circumstances. At other times I know for certain it's real but I don't understand what it's trying to tell me. Take for example the other day.

If I was going to survive, if I was going to protect the people I cared about, I needed to become stronger. Elena's voice echoed in my mind, her teasing words from the day before bringing a faint smile to my lips. "Don't let them turn you into a statue, Kiara. You're still you, no matter what they say." I held on to that thought as Yuva and Layla helped me prepare for the day. I wasn't just a goddess or a symbol of hope for this kingdom. I was still me—Kiara—and I wasn't about to lose myself in the process of becoming something more.

"Please don't hurt me!" "Don't worry, I will not," he replied. "I'm here for an important reason." "What is it?" I halted and grasped the straps of my backpack. "Do you want to be a hero? Do you want to help those innocent people from the bad ones who are oppressing them?" He inquired. Hero? Can I protect others from the bad guys? "Are you joking?" "Do I look like I'm joking?" He stared at me, and I saw the seriousness in his eyes. He opened his palm and ordered, "Look at this. This is the power that I'm going to give you."

When I'm when I come to, I'm covered in blood. My whole body hurts. Every breath is pain. Every movement is agony. And I can barely move at all. They did something right though. Because this time when I resurface from the darkness, the blood on me is my own. I haven't been able to attack or kill anyone else. I'm the only one suffering here. My superhero powers as they'd like to put them, have been disabled, leaving me on the verge of death.

A sheepish smile formed on my face at the compliment. "You would be of good use to any pack that has you," he added and I nodded my head, narrowing my eyes at him in suspension. "I am willing to help anyone in need. As long as it is in my power, I wish to help," I replied to him, making my very intentions obvious to everyone. "You do not need to be all superheroes with me. I have gotten the information I need," Lance explained, keeping his straight face intact. "I am not trying to be a superhero, I was born with a power, I should use it to help people, that's the main reason for my studies," I argued, a frown forming on my face as I did.

However,that pain was nothing compared to the pain that I felt deep down. I felt as though someone had stabbed my heart using a two edged sword. Ariana believes that I'm her superhero.She believes that I can do anything to make the impossible possible.But here I was, feeling so helpless because there is nothing I can do to help with the situation that she is in. I wished that I could have the superpowers so that I can fill her veins with blood.I wished I was the one laying on the hospital bed instead of my daughter.

But amidst the sea of judgmental gazes, there was a set of eyes that stood out, filled with genuine admiration and kindness. It was him, the boy who called himself Superman Jr., a name that had become synonymous with compassion and empathy in our small, close-knit community. With his warm smile and genuine spirit, he had always been an ally to those in need. And that day, as the reality of my identity rippled through the hallways, Superman Jr. sought me out with a message of support.