Superhero Chibi Novels & Stories

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 oppo

I quickly stand and started walking away. “Thank you for stopping by, Ms. One punch girl!” he shouted. “I have a name!” “I also have too! Akihiro! Not a superman nor a batman but still a Hiro. You’re Hiro, exclusively for you!” --

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.

"She is, she's the smartest person I know and she's really pretty too." I smiled, this kid was adorable, "I bet she is." "Do you like superheroes?" He asked. "Yeah I think they're cool." "Me too, I like Spiderman the best." "Spiderman's a good choice, what about dinosaurs?" "I love dinosaurs, my favorite is the T-Rex because he's big and strong and nobody messes with him." "That's a really good choice, T-Rex is pretty awesome." He looked at my cart, "you buy a lot of food."

And then my eyes catch on a figure standing slightly apart from the others. He's leaning against a wooden post, arms crossed, a study in contained power. Unlike the others, who are loud and animated, he is utterly still, a statue carved from shadow. The torchlight catches the severe line of his jaw, the unruly shock of dark hair that falls across his forehead. He's tall, broad-shouldered, filling out the simple training tunic in a way that speaks of coiled power. There's an intensity about him, a palpable aura of danger that sets him apart even from the other warriors. He isn't just confident; he's lethal. A wolf among wolves.

The chinky white chibi doll and it reminded me of someone. I think it's somehow resembling Yukenzo. He's chinky, white, plain and----oh my God. Why did I even think about that guy all of sudden? Why he's invading my mind again? Gosh, this is something I can't tell. Something I cannot accept. Therefore, all the keychains are cute except that chinky chibi doll! Yukenzo is not cute! Definitely not! He's more boring and unattractive!

he was fully grinning at this time ~‘Chibi?!’ that is referring to a Japanese cartoon which generally look short and small. Upon hearing this she felt the magic of the moment seem to have broken to pieces, and she was dragged back to reality……..harshly. She squinted angrily at him and walked away. ~‘tch’ but she can hear him laughing. It was after two hours when she was called by her employer. The toddler is with her, crying as if throwing tantrums.

She’d seen them in a few Japanese manga and anime, the ones she’d had time to watch. “You know why they call me Yokai?” he asked one more time, a smile on his face. “They thought I have super powers like the characters in the Japanese Yokai inspired manga.” Artemis laughed. She won’t blame the kids if she’s there in his tale as an adult or a fellow kid. He sure looks like he’s got super powers. “Some of them think I might be an evil spirit in the manga. You know those ladies that have snake kind of neck? They thought I’m into that shit.” His words spewed through his laughter.

The thing seemed rather cute and cuddly, except that it was barring its sharp teeth towards Shia, which did not seem too pleasing considering how big they were. “Umm, don’t mind Chibi. He’s just your everyday, average mowngry. Well, you might have noticed that he’s exceptionally chubby and maybe a tiny bit overfed, don’t you think? But don’t tell him I told you that... He’s rather sensitive,” the woman whispered nearer her ears.

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.