Super Hero Novels & Stories

Their team only knew about this person but, judging by what happened today and having that arrogant Doctor watching over them, maybe the Headquarters and the other Heroes and Sotiras would of course know this person, while them, would be reduced into lower rank for keeping such a major secret about that ‘person’ that could help the country grew its community and strengthen the country power. Their expression grew complicated when they thought that the one solving the problem is at least a 'Sotíras' because of the almost clean road with the exception of that little hole. One should know that if one of the Heroes at least solved a monster invading their own territory, there was always a crack

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.

Lucian even had a dream that his father was a superhero who couldn’t live with him and his mother because of the bad guys. Lucian thought his father was very cool and secretly vowed to become a superhero just like his father one day. Yet his secret resolve and dreams broke down when his mother told him the news about his father, who was an Alpha.

"Do you want to see?" Liv sucked in a breath before a shy smile tugged at her own lips. She nodded. Brodi stood and whipped off his mossy green henley exposing his superhero-sized chest with a large howling wolf's head covering his right pec and shoulder. When his fingers undid the button of his jeans, Liv threw a hand over her eyes. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Why are you going all Magic Mike on me?" Brodi stopped and cocked his head inquiringly at her. "Who is this Magic Mike?"

About six months into the apocalypse, both my mom and I had discovered some serious powers. Mine? I could hear my dad's thoughts—yes, only his. In an apocalyptic world where survival hinged on brute strength, this ability was as useful as a screen door on a submarine. The only upside was that I became his personal translator. But my mom? She struck gold. She developed super strength—and not just the run-of-the-mill kind. Her entire body mutated. She went through a second growth spurt, and now she was almost seven feet tall—tall and built like a tank.

I don’t move a muscle and just hold the small child as he nears, I whisper to him, “close your eyes tightly.” I release him and his eyes are closed, I turn quicky and plunge my clawed hand into the mans chest and pull his heart out, I hold it up to his blinking eyes, “you should have used this for good deeds, you sick fuck,” his eyes go wide and he slumps down to the floor. I threw his still beating heart down on top of him and turned, scooping up the boy and hand him to Steve. My non-bloodied hand lands on the child’s head, blue light surrounds him as my power heals his little body. I look at Steve “Find him some clothes and get him out of here,” he doesn’t move till I remove my hand fr

The day the new Pack House was finished, my mother, Aria, the Luna, announced the room assignments. Every space in the three-story mansion was claimed. The top floor was the Alpha and Luna’s suite. The room next to it—the biggest, the most beautiful, with moonstones embedded in the walls to soothe a wolf’s soul—was for Chloe. Chloe’s father died ten years ago in the Blood Moon War. He sacrificed himself to save my brother, Jasper. After that, my family adopted her. The whole pack treated her like a hero’s orphan, protecting her at all costs. I traced the blueprints with my finger. Room by room. My name wasn't there. I asked my mother. She paused, then spoke in that gentle, matter-of-fact ton

Then we'll have a chance to find his weakness. 'What might his weakness be?' 'Money,' Lily answered immediately. 'All his money!' Caleb added calmly, 'Not just money. His empire. He has a secret offshore trust fund. That is the real core of his business empire. What we need is control of that fund.' I gasped. What kind of children were these two? 'Mommy, just do as we say,' Caleb comforted me. "First of all, you need a new phone that cannot be tracked.'

A massive ice-blue dragon roared from my staff, surging into the sky. Absolute zero. All four enemies–frozen solid in place. "Now. Kill." My voice was calm. Cold. Matthew's ADC unleashed a storm of arrows from the backline, shredding their front line in seconds. Shadow emerged from the darkness like a phantom. A flash of steel–two strikes, and their unprotected carry was gone. Under Miracle Hands's perfectly timed shields, Cedric's swordsman descended like a war god. Blade flashing–cutting through the frozen, low-health enemies one after another.

The last year when she was a freshman at Superhero High, the school asigned to her by the Hero League, she had to dress strictly in the uniform provided whose color mainly consisted of black and the category of hero one belonged to. Now, the categories and rankings were two different things entirely. Categories depended on one's skills like for instant now; The Jornins; they were good at anything technology, creating it, breaking it, fixing it....most of them were smart. They were extremely intelligent and their code color was green. (That's a category color.) Then we have the Wintex; These were the gadget experts, only that they never invented the gadgets. They were used in attacking opposi