Super Hero Novels & Stories

I replied. “OK, I guess he was a superhero then,” he replied. ‘Yes, he's a hero. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't ever have had you, my sweety,’ I said in my thoughts. “Mommy was he not?” he asked, noticing my silence. "He was sweetie, your grandfather was a hero, a very big superhero, OK," I said, holding back tears. “Woah I'm also going to be like him and daddy.”

"Grandma, what is a hero?"It was one of my favorite subjects since I could read and recognize images. A hero is a person with superpowers who fights evil and saves the weak. When I was little I was fascinated by these stories, the superhero comes when you need him most, saves the day, and seduces the girls, well may not be the last part, but he was still meant to be loved by everyone. "One day I will be a hero too!" What a thing to say when you're so young, but in this world miracles can happen.

He wasn't erratic and perhaps I'd never see him be that way. "You see, this is the best way. You choose, give me Valiant and give me Regal. You are free to go on your own or I can assist in making you go with a hollow point." "Fat fucking chance...just stop with the veiled threats and demands. Show yourself." I heard him say while I watched from a safer distance. The truth is that while he stood there looking like a model in his fancy tailored suit, he was so skilled with any weapon in his hand. He hadn't earned his nickname for no reason. Claymore, that shit would be a testimony to his calloused conscience.

“But why you? You’re the nicest mommy.” I kissed the top of her head. “I don’t know why she chose me. But I do know one thing.” I tilted their chins up so they could see my face. “No one is ever going to hurt me again. And no one is ever going to hurt you. I promise.” Adrian nodded solemnly. “Because you’re a superhero.” I laughed softly. “Maybe a little bit.” They snuggled closer. I held them until their breathing slowed and their eyelids grew heavy. Connor watched from the armchair, quiet, and his expression unreadable.

“I…” I hesitated, unsure of what to say. My inner monologue had been so cruel that I wasn’t used to hearing someone actually be… excited about my powers. “I don’t know about being a superhero, but maybe I’ll be able to light a candle without a match.”

The video had a slow-motion part, showing a blurred outline of a person quickly moving and saving the woman. "What the hell was that? Is that a phantom shadow?" "He's definitely human! (This user inserted a screenshot of a part of the video.)" "Real life superhero, indeed!" "He's like a shadow version of The Flash." These were some of the top comments under the video. Gale breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that the face of the so-called Real Life Superhero wasn't recognized. "I bet that superhero is handsome like Captain America." "How I wish he would show up in my bedroom tonight."

I said, laughing. "How did you build something so big, baby?" He shrugged, his small shoulders lifting them with an exaggerated casualness. "I just... did. It'seasy, Mommy. You just have to put one block on top of another and another and another until it's so big and you can't put any more." "That sounds very scientific," I said, reaching out to ruffle his hair. "My little architect." He giggled, ducking away from my hand. "I'm not a architect, Mommy. I'm a superhero."

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.

But after a few seconds, he frowned slightly. Seeing his expression, Cristofer became nervous and flustered. He immediately squatted down and took Yohan's hand, saying, “Hi, Yohan. It’s Dad.” Still frowning, Yohan walked around him and asked in confusion, “Dad, do you really have a superpower?” “What?” Cristofer was confused. “Mrs. Moorsum said you are a superhero. Dad, what superpower do you have?” Amused by his words, Cristofer laughed and said, “Only when I need to beat the bad guys can I show my superpower. At other times, I can’t let others know about my superpower and have to keep a low profile.”

He may be an adult now and a Lead Warrior, but he’ll always be my baby brother. “Hey, Big Sis.” He says, returning my hug with his own. “Whatever this is about, it seems serious. Should I go or do you want me to stay?” He asks, looking anxiously between our father and me. I think for a moment. I don’t want my suspicions getting around the pack, creating panic or chaos until I’m certain of what we’re dealing with and Dax isn’t a ranked member. Hell, I even sent Bree and Jacob back to the packhouse, only bringing my Beta with me. But is also my brother, someone whom I trust with my life and the safety of our pack. And as Lead Warrior, he’s a good strategic thinker and, if I’m right, would play