Psychic Superheroes Novels & Stories

He looked at me with eyes so wide I thought they would pop out of his head. "Do you know about them?" He asked between breaths. "About who?" I asked, feigning ignorance. "Your boyfriend's men. Do you know they are crazy?" He shook his head. "Crazy is not the right word but… they have superpowers. They're not normal." "Are they aliens?" At that question, I stared blankly at him. "They're not aliens," I said. "Ted could move the car without touching it. He was talking to machines. Literally machines."

“No.” “It hasn’t ever happened before that I know of, but after our brother, Yeshua, ascended into the Realm of Souls, those same ones vowed to keep any of us repeating his act of example for us. He was there in Atlantis with us and came back many times to help us learn to help ourselves. These others are just fakes. They are quite weak.” She giggled. “What is it?” “I really want Joseph right now.” “I’ll call him. I agree. He can give you lots of his energy about now.” Winona smiled. “I miss my husband in times like this.”

Almighty Heroes’ Ability: Mind Reading [A guy with a lowest ranked among the Heroes present but is extremely dangerous when it become serious as he can read what was your weakness] Name: Cassie Ver Age: 20 years old Identity: Hero HA7 Additional Identity: Superstar [Actress] Ability: Love-sick Potion Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Almighty Heroes’ [She will glance in a direct way at someone eyes if they give her a moment of interest, causing for the victim person to have lovesickness towards her for a long time]

He breathed gently before his voice came back harder. "I know that mother fucker and I know you can't be anywhere near him. He is a black hole, Caroline. It's only a matter of time before he kills you or one of his enemies does. This isn't a joke. He runs a very powerful criminal organization. He tortures people, kills people. He's a fucking psychopath. A monster." A monster. He tried telling me so many times. He never pretended to be good or to hide his darkness. He just never showed me the extent of it.

It foretold of a powerful artifact that, when combined with the unity of supernaturals and humans, would unleash unimaginable magic upon the world. Driven by curiosity and a sense of destiny, Seraphina sought to uncover the truth behind the prophecy. She gathered a diverse group of supernatural and human allies, including an empathic vampire named Julian, a tech-savvy shapeshifter named Maya, and a brilliant human inventor named Samuel. Together, they formed an unlikely alliance, each bringing their unique talents and perspectives to the table.

Evie smiled and closed her hand to extinguish the flames. “There are two different types of awakened: the element caster and the psychic ability user. The one I showed you earlier is the power of an element caster.” Dr. Jensen shifted on his seat, his eyes glinting as if there was something that he realized but was not sure of. “Earlier, you sent me to the ceiling,” he reminded her, and she nodded with a smile. “That’s a psychic ability,” she said. “And the answer to your silent question is yes, I have both elemental and psychic abilities, because I am the third type: a transcendent.”

With respect to Luke, he was still cheerfully in fantasy land. In his fantasy, he was holding a RPG in one hand and a Gatling firearm in the other. He discharged the two weapons without a moment's delay, constraining various outsiders to escape. From that point forward, he snickered egotistically. "I'm a super police! Who else - " Out of nowhere, he felt like the whole world was influencing, as though a monstrous seismic tremor was occurring. The structures around him began imploding and crashing down on him. With a hopeless moan, Luke sat up.

“But can he do things?” “He has power of a sort, but he’s crippled mentally and physically. What we see could be just the leftover humanity that a power beyond doesn’t need, that was flaked off like a scab and tossed behind. We’ll talk more about this after we touch down. There’s someone I want to show you.” “Hold on. One last thing. Is he what he claims?” A chuckle. “What’s he claiming?” “He says he’s a psychic assassin. That he can get people to commit suicide by crawling into their heads.”

"I've been reading books of old The legends and the myths Achilles and his gold Hercules and his gifts Spiderman's control And Batman with his fists. And clearly, I don't see myself upon that list. But she said, where'd you wanna go? How much you wanna risk? I'm not looking for somebody With some superhuman gifts Some superhero Some fairytale bliss Just something I can turn to Somebody, I can kiss I want something just like this. Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo

"We’re a family, Stanley. We take care of each other. But there's more you need to know." Stanley’s brow furrows. "More?" “Yes,” she says. “I found out that the psychics who warned me in the supermarket and the other incidents—they were all actors. Paid to plant panic in my mind, to destabilize me." Stanley nods, a grim expression on his face. "I know now, too. We’ve both been victims of an elaborate script intended to drive us insane. I found out from the man who mugged you. He said they were contracted to terrify you, to make you think you were constantly under attack."