Super Hero Novels & Stories

His eyes lit up as I flipped the pages and read softly. Halfway through the story, he touched my hand. “Mommy?” “Yes, sweetheart?” “Do stories always have happy endings?” I paused, lost in thought. I stared at him for a moment, then sighed quietly. “I don’t know if every story does,” I said slowly. “But ours will.” “Why?” he asked, blinking up at me. I smiled and touched the tip of his nose. “Because your mommy is strong, and you, Jace Miles, are a superhero.”

It's always crooked because he insisted on doing it himself. On the video, my voice is laughing: "What are you doing?" Alexander's voice, very serious, his little face set with determination: "I'm a superhero." "What's your superpower?" "I can fly." "Can you really?" "Yes. Watch." He jumps. Arms stretched forward like Superman. His body goes horizontal for maybe half a second—less than half a second—before gravity remembers him and pulls him straight down. He lands on the cushions with a soft whump, his cape flying up over his head.

He pouted as I smiled. “How many times have you seen me this week? Huh? And why did you have to get injured? I've told you countless times to be careful.” I scolded, trying to keep my tone soft at the same time. “I was playing a superhero with Brie and Remi. I was Superman. Brie, Wonder Woman and Remi, supergirl.” “Superman does not hurt himself. He's very careful while saving the say. So you’ll be careful from now on. You know you can't protect your sisters if you're injured right?” I questioned meaningfully as he nodded his head.

I follow them silently. “Mommy, you know. Daddy is my superhero. He saved me two times.” Hope says, showing her two fingers as we stand in the queue, waiting for her ride. “Earlier, he saved me outside the school and today, he saved me when I almost fell from the swing. Daddy, Hope caught you. You’re a superhero, right?” She asks, giggling, covering her mouth with her tiny hands. “Yes, I’m my little princess’s superhero.” After leaning in, I nuzzle my nose against hers, causing her to laugh loudly. “I’ll always protect my Hope from every danger.” I seal the promise with a kiss on her forehead.

Every single time the weary survivors from the safe zone looked up and saw Nerida soaring effortlessly through the twilight sky atop the massive, chubby beast, they would cast deep, awestruck gazes her way, repeatedly astonished by this powerhouse Fourth-tier Space superpower user who possessed the ability to conjure provisions seemingly out of thin air. Among the gathered crowd of refugees, Sharon Sloan nearly shattered her own teeth out of burning, bitter jealousy. It was not until after the evening mobilization meeting, when Vance’s squad vice-captain casually mentioned it, that she finally learned the devastating truth: the Sunset Squad’s captain had already successfully broken through t

Alexander held Lena's hand tightly clipped while Luna in her baby bowl next to them sleeping. The teacher nodded Emilia rebelliously. “You’re on, Emilia.” Emilia took deep air and began with a clear, proud voice: “My project is called “My superhero family”. Because my family is the best Superheroes are the world.” She turned the poster so the whole class could see it. A riot went through the room. “Here is my dad. He's the strongest superhero. He has a cape and a Hammer, because he always fixes everything — even my broken bike. He protects

The room was warm, filled with the soft glow of a star-shaped nightlight and the gentle scent of baby powder. Leo was sitting right in front of me, his little legs crossed tightly. His cheeks were completely flushed with excitement and his big, round eyes were entirely focused on the wooden blocks scattered all over the floor. "But Mommy," Leo said, his little voice loud and very serious as he held a small red wooden square in his sticky hand. "The red block is a superhero! Superheroes have to live at the very top of the castle so they can fly!"

he asked, pointing to a photo she kept in her bag. Eve paused, then smiled gently. "He got hurt trying to save someone. But he's strong, and he's healing every day. The kind of man who builds empires and still runs into fire." Sam nodded thoughtfully. "Can I draw a billionaire superhero with scars like him?" "Yes," she said, her voice catching. "You should. All heroes carry marks from their battles." The afternoon stretched on with laughter and paint splatters, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Alex. She wondered how his day was unfolding — if the executives welcomed him, or if the weight of old expectations and whispered rumors pressed too heavily.

“Not dangerous.” “Not dangerous,” she repeats, her full lips looking so damn kissable, it’s all I can do not to claim that pouty mouth. “Right.” “Special how?” “Uh…” I remember that I picked up my motorcycle in front of her— something I wouldn’t have done if I hadn’t just flipped over a car and landed on my head. “I’m just really strong. And I heal fast. Kinda like a superhero.” A superhero. Wow. That’s a great line. I don’t know why I don’t use that more often with the women.

They both sleep soundly and I smiled looking at them. "You can sleep." Ken suddenly said. "I'm good, coffee got me awake." I said and again silence surround us. "So what's your favorite superhero?" I don't know why I ask that but it came out from my mouth. "None." "What? Why?" "I'm not a fan watching that, it's stupid." He said and I hissed. "How can you find that stupid? It's cool." "Action movies but not the superhero one." "You're not cool, Ken."