Super Hero Creation Novels & Stories

In a world where magical beings are hunted to extinction, Ember is the last known Phoenix gifted with the power of rebirth and fire, she’s a force of legend feared by many and coveted by those in power. After her latest rebirth, she wakes disoriented, with no memory of her past life’s, in the ruins of a burned out city. Hail, a dangerous bounty hunter bound by a cursed contract finds her. He’s been tasked with delivering her to a shadowy organization that tends to use her powers or destroy her. But as they journey together, he begins to question his mission. Drawn to her fiery spirit even as he battles his own demons.

When Sanaya Johnson joined ReefWood Inc. as the CEO, Lancelin Eustein’s Personal Secretary, little did she know that her life was about to change forever. As a Scribt, a human with knowledge of the immortal world, she had to constantly balance her two worlds while keeping the immortal world a secret from her near and dear ones. But trouble arises when Lancelin himself takes an interest in Sanaya, a liking that threatens to shatter her hold on reality. Lancelin has lived for centuries amongst humans but no one has ever tempted him as his little Secretary does without even trying. He is determined to win her over at any cost, just to get a taste of the forbidden fruit. But Sanaya has had her heart broken once and she finds it near impossible to trust another man, especially an Incubus who is to be the future Incubus King. But just when the two of them start to fall for each other, the past comes to haunt them in the most unexpected of ways. And with Lancelin’s coronation on the way, will he be able to keep Sanaya by his side when the entire world wants to tear them apart?

Humans, Wolves, Vampires & Mages, co-existing in one world. Some are good, some are not. There is this one who they called the 'demigod'. Born as a gift from two powerful deities but was hidden. Wanted by those greedy for power. The good ones are protecting those who have no power to protect themselves. What will the leaders of each kind do to stop blood from spilling? Will the future leaders will be able to help? Can they maintain peace for everyone? Secrets will unfold. Love will be tested. Evil will arise and will try to overtake the light. Will the guardians able to protect eveyone?

She has always wanted to live a peaceful life, but her life wasn't the same when her mom die ; when she was ten years of age and her elder sister running away from home when she was twenty years old. Her dad bringing a new wife with two kids was hell for her, for the past ten years. Living in the world without knowing her elder sister's whereabout for the past one year was a miserable feeling for her. Her step mom wasn't someone you would wish to have as a mom. Staying with her dad and step mom was a horrible daily bread according to her. She's Daphne Remington a twenty one year old lady who happen to be catering for her step siblings Anaya and Ariel Remington only, but got maltreated from her step mom on daily basis. However, what happened when she found herself in the most notorious clan around the world when trying to run away from home. Shocking it all, she found her elder sister in that same clan.

Astrid's world shattered at six months pregnant when she found out that her mate's love was a lie, orchestrated by her own parents. He'd seduced her for one purpose: to harvest her unborn child's cord blood for her dying sister. Every moment of their relationship had been a betrayal wrapped in false promises. They’d forced her onto an operating table, taking what they needed and leaving her to die. And in those final moments, Astrid realises that she was all alone with no one on her side. She was supposed to die that day, forgotten and used. Instead, she vanished into the shadows and forged herself into something new. Now Astrid has returned with a different name, a different face, and a singular obsession. The family who orchestrated her destruction thinks she's dead and buried. They're about to learn that betrayal cuts both ways and Astrid has been sharpening her blade ever since they left her for dead. But when the moment comes to destroy them all, will Astrid choose vengeance or mercy? And when her former mate realizes who she really is, will the truth be enough to bring them all down or will Astrid's heart betray her one last time?

"Fvck you. Get off me now!" He towers over me and his hands move under the covers, going higher and higher until I gasp. No matter how I want to push him away and stomp on his body, I can't. The heat and pleasure coming from his touch makes me go crazy. "Get off me, you dimwit." Through the heat, I force out words and I close my eyes as I moan when his lips descend on my neck, teasing and nibbling. "Oh goddess. Why won't you get off me." I try to push him off, in the mist of pleasure and he looks down at me with hooded eyes. My back touches the headboard when I shift backwards but he drags me back to himself by my ankle. "I am the King, Minerva. That means what I say goes." "Well, you can go fvck yourself or better yet, let your other mate do that for you." He climbs over me with his hands on each side of my head. Luckily, the heat is subsiding due to our close range. "I've told you a thousand time. I don't want you, I need you." "Fucker! I've told you a zillion times, I don't want to be your baby making machine, you stupid son of a mammoth-" He immediately shuts me up with a deep kiss, exploding my insides. ~~~~ It's every she-wolf's dream to be the mate of the wolf king but not Minerva's. She didn't plan to even know him, she didn't bargain to become a second mate, or a baby making machine to the King who has an unusual plan set up in his head; neither did she plan to be a hybrid. He finally found a way to break her... But they were so unconcerned about the brewing evil.

She was the model wife, using her inheritance to take care of her husband’s family without even knowing him. Now he’s back from war with a woman he claims to be his true mate. And they want her to plan the wedding? What a joke! Roshida is not the naive girl they think she is and she will show them what a true Luna looks like.

I Long Chen have been reborn to rule over everything, if buddha blocks kill buddha, if god blocks kill god, sentient beings bow down before me, life and death are under my control, to ascend the sky or go through the gates from hell, only I am SUPREME.

As a child Freja's fate was decided at birth, a fate that set her apart from her fellow villagers, making her an outcast. Now, as an adult, she sets out to change her fate by killing the very creature she's destined to be with. Halfway in her journey, she meets a man who sets her fate in motion. Having his throne stolen from him, Zarek makes his move to seize what was taken from him. The people who betrayed him are going to find out who they have pissed off. Meanwhile, he's stumbled upon the woman he's destined to be with, who sets a fire inside him like no other woman has before. Will he be able to regain his throne while also capturing the heart of this fiery beauty? Content warnings ahead for the following: Violence, Sexual Assault, and Mature Language. Viewer Discretion Advised.

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly, though my pulse spiked. “You wolves just don’t understand patience.” He stopped three feet away. My skin prickled as the runes along my ribs flared hot, reacting to the dense magic rolling off him. Suffocating. Intoxicating. “And you witches don’t understand territory,” Guilermo said. He didn’t sound feral. He sounded tired—like a man carrying a century of weight on deceptively young shoulders. He leaned in and sniffed near my neck. I stiffened. “You smell like sage and burnt sugar,” he murmured, voice dropping, darker now. “It’s giving me a headache.” “Then stop breathing,” I snapped. One corner of his mouth lifted, a flash of sharp canine. “Make me.” The air between us snapped tight. My magic stirred, violet haze curling from my fingertips without permission, brushing the leather of his jacket. He didn’t pull away. He leaned closer. And standing there in the freezing rain with a man who could tear my throat out, I realized two things: Elder Sibal was wrong—Guilermo wasn’t a monster to be chained. And I was in serious trouble.