Realistic Superhero Novels & Stories

But I was definitely not ready to give up all my life and my dreams for some stupid heroic stuff. I was not the kind of man who would stand in front of the media and say hi, "I am ironman." I was definitely not that kind. I would rather keep both chapters of my life apart from each other. I didn't want people to even consider the thought that I was some kind of hero or something. I loved my fans. But I was good with being a bike racing celebrity. I was definitely not thinking about being part of the Avengers and I was definitely not thinking about being Iron Man. I was the Alpha of a bunch of weirdos. Not including my girlfriend. Turned out, her powers actually belonged to heaven. She was al

Hate was too small a word,it was too simple What I felt was slower. The kind of suffocating resentment that settled into your bones and refused to leave. Thirty years old man still stuck in a 9-5 job at Apex Dynamics. No money and no prospects The world had already decided I was the designated punching bag. Over a century again,due to some mutation that the government kept super-secret. Superpowers became a thing of existence. That brought about flashy pricks flying around on the news and government-sponsored heroes signing endorsement deals One in a thousand people got powers.

"Liar. You'd be bored in a week. Restless in two. Planning rebellions by month three. You're not built for peace. None of us are. We're built for this. For fighting. For protection. For being the shield between darkness and light." "When did you become poetic?" "When I realized my wife was a superhero and I needed better material to keep up." She laughed despite everything. "Superhero? I just got my ass kicked by Wolf." "Superheroes get beat up. That's part of the job description. They just get back up afterward. Keep fighting. Keep trying." "And if I can't get back up next time?" "Then we carry you. That's what family does. We take turns being strong. Being carried. Being both."

She had been very confused by Wrick and Myra’s strange behavior. Sia contemplated for a minute if she should tell her the whole truth. She was dying to share everything with someone, but at the same time, she didn’t want to risk her life. Choosing a middle path, she said, “I saw more dreams.” “More dreams, that is it.” “Hmmm….about that green-eyed man.” “Do you think he is real, Sia?” “I don’t know. He seems too good to be real.” “Hmm…” Mia’s pager lit up with a message distracting us from the conversation.

Koyala said. Everyone packed their bullets; laser bullets, and put on armors resembling those of the Force then headed out to Station Z. They wanted to disguise themselves as the Force's soldiers because getting in there was not an easy task. The place was locked such that no powers could work whilst one was inside. It made one with no fighting skills but with superpowers useless as it deprived them of that energy.

“But, how am I okay? It’s like… my body healed itself overnight.” Kirk leaned in, his eyes glinting with intrigue. “Maybe you’re a superhero! You know, like Wolverine! Or Spider-Man! We could get you a cool costume, maybe some spandex…” Dale shot him a glare, though he couldn’t help the smile tugging at his lips. “I’m not a superhero, Kirk. I just…I don’t know. I don’t have an explanation for this.” His fingers brushed over his neck again, the smoothness still unnerving. “What if…what if something happened to me?”

“The guy on the front looks familiar. Is this the Iron Man?” “Yeah, he is a superhero, but he has no real powers...just money. So, he built a suit to fight the villains.” I started to put the MCU movies on her bookcase in order. “There are some people who say that Ironman is just a rip-off. Because he has no powers, he is just filthy rich....” “Like Batman?” Samantha asked before looking very confused and deep in thought. “Yeah! Exactly!” I was excited, “you know Batman?”

Well…many people do not consider it a superpower ; instead they call it being fake or being misleading , but I…I see it as the ultimate superpower. What makes it so ultimate , you ask? Well…let’s put it this way ; other superpowers helps save other people right? But if the superhero does not have the courage to face the difficulties , how will they be able to use their superpowers to help other? Having a façade helps the superhero to gain fake confidence , strength and help them pretend they have it all under control when they do not ; this allows them to be stable enough to help others. Yes…a façade is fake , but if used often the person may believe and attract those qualities.

‘Do you mean to say we are almost immortal? ‘Oh, no.’ She chuckled again. ‘If we were, I wouldn’t be dead now, right?’ I bit the inside of my cheek and nodded. ‘I see your point. To sum it up, we are humans with superpowers of healing.’ Like Wolverine. This comic character was the only superhuman I could think about who fitted the bill. But focusing more on myself, now I could say this was the reason why the bullet and the explosion didn’t kill me. I healed myself.

CHAPTER 17 ZYLIAH'S POV "Babies, come here." I beckoned to my sons, who were staring at this tall, well-built frame of a man the same way they usually stared at their individual favorite superhero figures-Captain America and Batman. Captain America for Waylen, Batman for Casper. The intrigue and admiration in their eyes was as surprising as it was terrifying. No, it couldn't be. "Waylen. Casper." I repeated, not taking my eyes off this guy with an imposing and impressively intimidating aura.