Super Hero Novels & Stories

Madam Secretary had felt a glimmer of hope, totally convinced that the heroes would be able to take down the last standing alien life form that seemed to be stronger than all the others—Elektris. The Pentagon’s database had managed to gather information on these heroes over the years, having records of their special abilities. They had names like the Blue Streak, Spartan, the Pink Projectile and their most recent addition, the Viper. The appearance of Lady Death had took them all by surprise after she was spotted to be working alongside the other heroes, given her incriminating past life. Of course they had tried to find out how these people came to be—how they got these powers but no resear

Not only was I covered in shit, but of all the days I get saved, it happens to be from falling on my shit-covered ass by a living personification of my best collective fantasies in living form. The man could only be described as, a seven-foot-tall, Adonis with seductive warm caramel-coated skin wrapped over massive planes of muscles that would make a full-blown nun sigh. I continued to size him up, I catch a glimpse of his long flowing dreadlocks dangling ever so teasingly above his pectorals covered in black and rose gold armor. Painfully preventing me from getting a glimpse of what would no doubt be the most heavenly chest I’ve witnessed on a man like this up close.

Don't worry, when I come back, I'll bring a gift for both of you. — If you go and don't come back with my sombrero and a bottle of very spicy pepper, you know we'll have a huge problem. I'll make you work for another fifty years with me," a male voice appeared in the lobby. Coming out of the employee elevator, a man in an unbuttoned suit, a backpack on his shoulder, and a wonderful woody perfume that could be smelled from a distance, his calm tone of voice sounded like thunder, and he was completely different from what Catherine could expect from someone working there. He was tall, probably about six feet tall, strong, his hair was tied up in a bun on top of his head, a lumberjack-style bear

He kicked and thrashed as ineptly as possible without giving away the fact he wanted to get caught. Moments later, he ended up tossed into a cage. He winced as he hit the bars, the silver burning his exposed skin before he rolled away to the center, away from the poisonous metal. Kryptonite for superman, silver for shifters. Every hero owned a weakness. His sat in the cage alongside his shaking her head.

"Heroes like Superman, Batman, or the Avengers?" Emily nodded slowly, her mind racing with a myriad of questions. "Yeah, I've heard of them," she replied tentatively. "But what does that have to do with... with what happened last night?" Alex paused, searching for the right words to convey the truth without overwhelming Emily. "Well, let's just say... I'm part of something similar," he explained cautiously. "What you saw... that was my superhero costume." Emily's eyes widened in astonishment, a mixture of disbelief and wonder dancing within their depths. "Uncle Alex, you're... you're a superhero?" she breathed, her voice tinged with awe.

“But he's right, you know. It's not your fault, so stop blaming yourself. It's just another part of your superhero complex.” “Stop nagging me about it,” I said irritably. “I'm not a superhero. I can't even raise my voice to help a boy I grew up with.” “There's your origin story, Ashley. And with the amount of money you have, you could easily become a heroine like Batman or Iron Man. Both are very interesting, excellent choices.” “...Are you even listening to me?” “Personally, I would choose Batman. Tall, black, and handsome, am I right?”

Jovie was rather displeased by the other children's teasing, and she retorted, "Nonsense! My Dad isn't a pig! He's a hero and the best bodyguard in the whole world! He's a superhero!" A little boy, sitting in the second row and dressed in a tailored suit, stood up with a smug look and gave Jovie a once-over. "You say your Dad is a hero? I've never heard anything more stupid! He's just a bodyguard! How can he possibly be a superhero? Don't be stupid; your Dad is just a pig and a useless scum! There's nothing to be proud of! In fact, I'm feeling very embarrassed for you!"

Before Frank could speak, Moxxi answered, "We know our chief very well even if others don't. The only difference between him and superheroes is the red underwear, and it's only natural he refuses to allow any nonsense to happen where his light touches—right, dear leader?" Frank rolled his eyes at both Moxxi and Jada—those two could really be a handful on occasions. Hana Pearce came up just then. "Superhero? What superhero?" "Exactly the one you're thinking of!"

Handle security guard Cadell Marcus. But looking at the current situation, Waldo Roy Wizard is not Cadell Marcus's opponent at all. Cadell Marcus pointed out a trick and beat Waldo Roy Wizard into this appearance. And Cadell Marcus's tricks made Allen Old and Big Bear feel cold, and electricity shot out from their palms. Is this human? This is a superman on Earth who still has superpowers. Even Waldo Roy Wizard couldn't stand it, and even the two of them didn't need to be talked about as normal people.

I grabbed Leo’s arm. “Why is it moving like that?” I whispered. He squeezed my hand. “Let’s watch.” They brought in a small boy in a white chair, his neck supported. Leo’s brows furrowed. “Where did they get a bedridden child?” he muttered. “Which marvel super hero is your best?” He asked the boy. “Spider man”. “Alright, buddy,” one of them said brightly, crouching. “You ready?” The boy nodded eagerly and he was placed into the chair.