Kenny Superhero Novels & Stories

Once he had all the details, he realized that he was lucky to be alive. Kenny's influence extended far beyond Mendorra; even within the entire territory, Kenny was a formidable figure! With Kenny's power, it was easy for him to kill someone like Layton! From that moment on, Layton completely submitted to Kenny. Over the past year, he had done a few things for Kenny, reluctantly earning Kenny's approval. "M-Mr. Carter, do you know them?" Layton took a deep breath and quickly walked up to Kenny.

"Where is Kenny?" Everyone else quickly realized that something seemed weird as well. If this man had come to their door unscathed despite Kenny having left to hunt him down, then didn't this mean that something had happened to Kenny? Johnny frowned. However, he was still holding on to a glimmer of hope. After all, perhaps Kenny had managed to escape. Everyone felt the same way. Kenny, who was only one level away from becoming a grandmaster, was known as the Invincible Kenny Bolt. So, how could he lose to a man so young?

Annoying! "Pfft you know how to punch? I thought you only slap and poke, you know Keny." He said while still laughing, I looked at Trixie who was holding back her laughter. His face suddenly became serious when he noticed me looking at him. WHAT?! What did he say at the end?? Kenny K E N...Y? He's so-- grrrr it's chilling! did he call me keny? Even my name was actually tripped! Trixie is another one, she was holding back her laughter next to Steven! Is he really sick? It is not obvious. Do they help me?

The scent—earthy, vivid, unmistakably different from the predators that surrounded him—reached me before anything else, an anomaly in the realm of spirits and darkness. “Who is he?” I managed to ask, though my voice was ragged, the words barely above a whisper. The vampire’s smirk widened into a grin, delight fluttering at my confusion. “Meet Kenny,” she introduced as if presenting a prize. “A man with a remarkable knack for entertaining chaos.” Kenny? For a moment, the fear dissipated, replaced by disbelief mixed with absurdity. This was Kenny—the villain? A mere human. He didn’t even have a cool badass name.

I wanted to help but he picked up instantly. “Remember Daddy has killed all the bad guys and ladies roaming in the world. All of them. Daddy can fight more than superman!” He exclaimed, exhibiting his muscles with one hand. “Really?! Can you fight more than Batman and Spiderman too? Can Daddy fight more than them too?” Kelvin asked, oozing excitement. “Of course.. Daddy has better muscles and abs so I can fight more than them!” I felt a surge of amusement at their awkward conversation but of course anything to make Kelvin happy.

Kenny knew something was wrong. Not about Michael. Not about the coffee shop or the park or the things that had been quietly rearranging themselves inside me for the past two weeks. Kenny didn't know any of that. But he knew the supernatural world was shifting, and when Kenny felt threatened, he did what alphas did. He fed harder. He called me at noon on Friday. Not to inform this time. Just to talk, which was unusual enough that I sat up straighter when I heard his voice.

“Kenny. I finally found you.” “You left me and our son in London for five years. Tonight, in front of all these people, when are you going to give us a name?” Kenny shoved her back. “Crazy bitch. Get off me. I don’t know you.” “Don’t —” Liam, coached by Vivian in advance, went heart-shatteringly loud on command. “Daddy. Daddy, don’t leave us!” A five-year-old boy, sobbing the word Daddy at Kenny Ricci.

POV: Kael “I used to think protecting meant standing in front. I believed it was a simple physics equation: I am the shield, they are the target, and nothing passes through me without my permission but I was wrong.” Kenny sleeps like nothing ever happened after defending himself. That terrifies me more than battle ever could. His chest rises and falls in an easy, rhythmic cadence, his mouth slightly open, one arm flung carelessly above his head like he claimed the space in his dreams the exact way he claimed the world earlier today.

Everything about this man radiated danger and confidence. "Claire, my name is Claire." I replied, finally finding my voice. I was surprised that my voice came out calmly. The fragile sound of my voice was nothing like the deep commanding voice of Alpha Killian. While my words came out clear, I couldn't help how small my voice sounded in comparison to his huge figure.

Leo’s POV From the moment Lyra—my twin sister—introduced me to her boyfriend, I knew I was fucked. Ken was a hockey player who was everything I wasn’t supposed to want, apparently. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that easy, confident smile and bright Hazel eyes. Living with Lyra had basically turned into living with Ken too. He was always around cooking in our kitchen, sprawled on our couch or laughing at Lyra’s very terrible jokes. He followed her everywhere except when she went out with her friends. Like tonight.