Super Sans Novels & Stories

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

the guy said. “Oh, yes, please do,” Thea said, turning back to face him. “I’ll be in the front row. I can’t wait to watch him beat you into the ground.” “I’d win.” Thea laughed. “What pack are you from?” “Supermoon.” Alpha James of Supermoon was the Alpha that had a brain like Xavier’s. Thea fixed it at the Alpha meeting, but he’d lived his whole life being a sociopath. Supermoon was probably in shambles. This guy was proof of it.

SA-2614 is a genetically modified weapon of war. A soldier—a super soldier— whose sole purpose in life is carrying out orders and achieving the objective. Anyone who stands in her way is just another casualty in her unending war with whoever her superiors deem as enemies of the colony. And one such casualty lies prone in front of her, writhing in pain and shock of the 15000 volts delivered from her shock stick. He was a civilian, just a civilian. But she would do whatever it takes to achieve the mission. Even if she needs to take out a citizen of the colony.

Susannah fell down and Dave rushed to her. "Susannah!". Dave called her and she responded. "What's going on?, What have I done!?". Susannah exclaimed and got up instantly. The dead warriors were coming towards to destroy them. Susannah collected the staff from Dave and raised it up. All the dead warriors stood still and stopped attacking the heroes.

Suliro shared. “How old is your son now?” asked Toran. “Seventeen,” Suliro replied. “Well, at least teleportation is his only struggle. My son, who’s thirteen, still can’t fight properly—especially with a bow. His aim is all over the place,” said Arus. Atcandis remained silent, listening. His thoughts turned to Zumir, who, despite having no formal training, had already mastered the sword and teleportation effortlessly. “Supreme, how’s your eldest, Asmal?” Toran asked.

Harsh's ego and he says arrogantly "What kind of attitude is this? Don't forget that I paid you for this so how can you leave like this?" All the people present in the room looks at Mr. Harsh sympathetically while in return Zoya gives a cold smile the turns to her assistant "Shettal, return Mr. Harsh his money and don't forget to add the interest after all in the future without his son the only thing that can help him in this age is his money." Saying this she goes from there. Mr. Harsh's trance was broken with Sheetal's voice "Please sir, come with me."

“I’m Elijah’s mate. I’m the only one who can give you what you want.” Serena sighs, shaking her head. “Be patient, darling.” She gestures toward Zoe lazily. “Your friend is merely a temporary solution.” A sharp chill skates down my spine. “What do you mean?” I demand. Serena rolls her eyes like she’s growing bored. "Oh, come now. You already know." She waves a hand toward Zoe. "Unfortunately, Zoe isn’t mated to an Alpha. But..." Her lips curl in satisfaction. "She is mated to a Beta, and her soul—along with her six precious little lives growing inside her—is only enough to buy me a few hundred years. I want to be immortal, darling."

Colonel Anders’s name isn’t really Colonel Anders. First off, his rank is just a Master Sergeant. Second, his full name is Wenceslao ANDRES Alunan. Everybody just calls him Colonel Anders after the KFC founder on account of his being "Ander Da Saya" – literally “under the skirt”. No matter how ferocious he is to his cadets, he’s always meek and a yes man in front of Ms. Perfect (not her real name). Ms. Perfect is camp vice-president, camp counsellor and all-around Thanos.

He talked to himself silently. Arya Santanu tried to get up and stand up. He did not expect to get a troublesome opponent like Suparnaka. For him, fighting creatures who are dead or can be called immortal, is very difficult. Moreover, Suparnaka's body could not be killed with any elemental power. "So, how can we kill you?" Arya Santanu walked towards his friend while talking to Suparnaka. "I don't know, I don't want to say. How many gold bars do you want to give me to find out my weakness? A hundred? Two hundred? Or a thousand?" Suparnaka quipped.

He slowly lifted his coffee cup, blew on it, took a sip, and commented, "Not bad. With strength like that, you're qualified to command troops on the battlefield. "Mr. Moore, how about you lend me Sanfrey for a year? I could use a general like him for my campaign on Asgard Plains." His new faction needed land to expand its territory. That had to be fought for. Sanfrey, with his strength-based abilities, was perfect for that kind of warfare. "You're out of line!" Sanfrey wasn't having it. He was pissed, feeling ignored and insulted. "Take this!" Sanfrey's massive fist came crashing down toward Gideon.