Stupid Superhero Novels & Stories

“Stupid? What I do is a form of my love for my father and mother. So you are saying that a child's love for a parent is stupid?” “I'm not saying that as stupid, but I'm saying stupid to your overly kind nature. Honestly, I really hate you doing this. If only my father and mother were here, they would definitely be able to give you very strong advice so that you could make a very firm decision. As a man, I say you are not a real man because you cannot make firm decisions. The decisions you always make are very weak and crazy. I guess, I can't allow myself to be too stupid like this.”

SMART Stupid Alpha! I had extreme confidence in him. I thought he was the perfect candidate for the job. I spent so much resources and even slept with as many of those disgusting old alphas as I could just so I could get him out of prison. And what did I get? Fucking disappointment! The task was simple. Something as simple as getting Jay out of the way wasn't supposed to be hard work for an alpha like him. I'd trusted he wouldn't disappoint me, was eagerly awaiting to step in to console Jay when his mate gets taken. All to be fucking disappointed!

"Well you're not only stupid, but your stoopid." "Ha. Who's stupid now? There is no such thing as stooooopid. Just stupid. Like you." "You're not from my world so you don't know our slangs, stooooopid." "That word doesn't even make sense, stupid." "Ren is stoooopid. Look at me. Vines wrap around my arms and legs because I am so stoooopid to ignore Rose's warnings about Mr. Creeper vines. Now I am hanging on for dear life and having Rose to help me not to pummel to my death." I said mockingly.

the guy said. “Oh, yes, please do,” Thea said, turning back to face him. “I’ll be in the front row. I can’t wait to watch him beat you into the ground.” “I’d win.” Thea laughed. “What pack are you from?” “Supermoon.” Alpha James of Supermoon was the Alpha that had a brain like Xavier’s. Thea fixed it at the Alpha meeting, but he’d lived his whole life being a sociopath. Supermoon was probably in shambles. This guy was proof of it.

"Did you never read comic books or watch superhero movies, like ever?" "I tried," I protested, indignantly. "I know you did," he admitted. "You don't know all these because you never had a brother." I reached over the table to clank his forehead with my steel spoon. "That was totally sexist." I sat back down, watching him rub his forehead. "Hey, it's truth and you know it. Guys generally know these stuff than girls, it's science." "And guys are also dumb, that's scientifically proven too." He just rolled his eyes while I made the unconscious mistake of licking the back of the spoon that I had used to hit his head.

Leaning on the wall in his office, he looked out at the busy city below. I’m Ethan… I’m likely the most stupid man of all time. It became a painful saying that stayed in his thoughts and wouldn’t go away. Why? Because I married a person I didn’t love and knew she was a stupid woman.

"Uncle Richard, are you going to be a superhero?" James asked, his little hands tightening around the electric clippers as though they were some futuristic gadget. Richard chuckled, sitting on the stool in the middle of Luke's garage. "A superhero? Kid, I think the bad guys in the movies are always bald guys." James wrinkled his nose. "Not in my movie. You're a superhero in mine.".

she confidently glanced at him. Altren smiled at her. “Wrong. That young man did not become a superhero…. At the age of eighteen, he was left jobless in a big city with not a penny in his pocket.” Everyone started to murmur with a frown. “You all might be wondering. Why didn’t he become a hero? Heroes get paid handsomely? Why didn’t he serve society to protect us all? Why?” he paused dramatically. Everyone looked at him curiously. “it was because the man did not want to be a superhero. He wanted to be a musician,”

"I'm not taking that shit. I have no interest whatsoever in being a superhero." "Do you think this is a marvel or DC movie or something? You think you’re green lantern? Spiderman? Thor? The Antman? Shazam? I could go on and on Robert, but my point is, you’re not a superhero Rob, trust me. And I have no inter— "

He was careful. But his strength… his speed… his control… It was all too much. The men didn’t know what to think. One of them shouted, “This guy’s not normal!” “Is he a machine?” someone called, and several kids laughed. Another voice whooped, “He’s a robot!” And then: “Is he a robot or what?!” One more shouted, “Is he like a machine or something?!” “He’s… he’s Superman! He has to be!”