Scary Superhero Novels & Stories

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

"Does my size intimidate you?" For once, Scarlett decided to be honest. "I like big men, but... You're pretty insane, so yes, it does frighten me." "Insane?" There was a smile in his voice. "You know what you've done already. I don't have to explain myself for thinking that thought!"

“I am a bad man… but I don’t want to be bad anymore. How about that?” He blinked at me. “You… don't want to be bad anymore?” “Not anymore.” I nodded. He stared at me for a second, like he was trying to decide if I was lying. “You won’t beat him?” he asked. I knew he meant Brian. Of course, he’d taken my Delta's side. “I won’t.” I said. He paused again. Then his small chin lifted slightly. “If you scare him…” he said, pointing at me, “…I’m like Batman. I’ll beat you. I have superpowers. See my hand.”

Did this mean the teacher… was the boss of their boss? Their heads couldn't handle this information. Wait a second. Did the older man say "Master Pearce"? Was he referring to the same Master Pearce who conjured a leviathan out of thin air and defeated Deus Gamibo, the undefeated King of Martial Arts? Machetes, baseball bats, and various weapons clattered to the floor. They were terrified. Everyone had heard of Master Pearce. He was an actual superhero, unbeatable and indestructible! Cyclops felt despair consume him. "Oh God! Save me, Mr. Flemming!"

Iris sighed as she massaged her temples like someone was in a lot of trouble. "I'm getting too open to you guys because I'm going against my logic here. First, you guys don't say anything that they have superpowers like the Hulk, he moves very fast like Ezra Miller. How can I calm down and laugh hahaha like you guys? I think I can go crazy slowly." Shane turned to Tommy with furrowed brows. "Who is Ezra Miller?" She asked confused. Tommy looked back at her with an unconvinced expression. "Artists? I think the characters of superheroes."

The man put the 'R' in Scary. "Who the fúck a-are you!?" Lanky's voice trembled. Oh yeah, it isn't her drunken state, alright. The man is indeed scary for him to affect her attackers this way. When he spoke, it was the deepest and most authoritative voice she has ever heard."Get away from the female. I do not want to be here, so do not waste my time." . .

It was carved into the shape of a smiling Bhramuth, and the warmth of her skin lingered on it. Now, without the pendant, Charlotte finally saw her colleagues, who had been there all along. "We have plenty of employees here. From now on, you'll be working with them," I told her. I clapped my hands happily as I watched terror spread across her face. "What is happening? What are these things?" Charlotte screamed. The workshop was crowded with ghosts. At that moment, they were all sizing her up. They looked disturbing—headless men, women with missing limbs, and even malformed infants. No one could witness such a sight and remain unshaken.

He had been first to notice Damon at the entrance. “Who is that?” asked both Cassie and Carmen as Henry snapped in response. “Don't you recognize who that is?” “The one hero to ever partner with the Blue Streak the longest!” came Marcus again. Carmen and Cassie were still puzzled. “That’s Spartan,” it was Lucas who finally said it. At the mention of the name, the two girls finally felt a sort of familiarity. All of the teenagers present were born years after the golden age of superheroes like the Blue Streak and Spartan and had only heard of their legendary tales not to mention the thirty-foot tall marble sculpture of the Blue Streak in the city center.

"Will the scary man come and punch the bad guys? But he said he was alone" He almost chuckles but the boy is clinging to the fantasy that a superhero will appear to save him. And it's not something amusing. It is serious. The boy is terrified. "He is already there, buddy. You won't see him but he will protect you. He is strong even if he is alone" He calmly assures him. "Is he your friend?" His shaky voice made him bitterly smile. "Yes, he is. And I will send a lot more of my friends there to help him"

She asked, her voice dropping many octaves. Whatever she wanted to say, it was obvious she didn’t want her mother to hear, but I didn’t want to break her heart by telling her werewolves, her mother in this case, had super hearing abilities, so I just played along. “What is it?” I asked in the same tone as her, leaning closer for the dramatic effect of it. “That scary man, he’s not really scary,” she said, catching me off guard. “You don’t think he is?” I asked, still whispering, but my tone was a lot more scary because I did think he was scary.