Superhero Novels & Stories

Grandpa boasted while touching my shoulder, "He killed Kitty Van Hoe all by himself." "He doesn't strike me as tough. Whom do you expect to protect you, that gorgeous bodyguard of yours?" Frederic was pointing his index finger at Athena. "I've heard that she's the government's prototype for a super soldier. Who knew this sweet-looking lady was a super soldier?" He placed his hands over Athena's chest and said, "She's too good and too sexy to be a bodyguard."

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.

“It's expected of billionaires these days to be a superhero. If you don't fight crime, you lose status.” “That actually makes a lot of sense,” Mia replied, nodding. “Who is Bill Gates, then?” “I don't reveal other superheroes' identities,” Carter told her. Then he glanced around as if someone might be watching before leaning over to whisper. “He's actually Superman. How do you think he came up with the idea for his computers? They're from his home-world.” “Things make so much more sense,” Mia said. “I've always wondered about that. How is it being a superhero?”

With his looks it had been a choice not all his own, but being alone was something he'd gotten used to regardless of whether or not he would have wanted it differently. "Go take a break. I'll take over." Bruce was his supervisor and someone he thought of as a friend. Though to Christopher, a friend was just someone who didn't take pot shots at you. Bruce treated him fairly and therefore Christopher thought of him as a friend. He got up out of the rolling secretary chair and headed for the commissary where he went straight to the refrigerator for his bag lunch. It wasn't quite the bag lunch that would come to mind for the average person. His was an actual grocery bag half filled with food. O

It looked like your average soda, which meant he had a few more screws loose than I originally thought. "Whoa, there." I had to calm him down. "Auras. No, I think that would be way cool." Uber-polite Dante was way better than hanging-by-a-thread Dante. He ran a hand over his face, pausing as if fighting for control. "And like every superhero, we have a weakness," he continued. When he opened his eyes, they looked sad, yet resigned somehow. "We all have the same weakness?" For some reason, I felt like he was being straight with me.

“What are you saying?” “Well,” she began. “I started to think you are becoming a superhero in this world.” “Hah?” Dropping my jaw, I lost a word there. “Me, a superhero?” She nodded with excitement. “I’ve been reading these superhero stories the newcomers brought from our world. They’re the best kinds of heroes that we, oldies, had ever heard in our lives.” She paced left and right. “Heroes who saved people wherever they went, asking nothing in return. Heroes who uphold their ideals and morals. Heroes who have great powers —”

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

she confidently glanced at him. Altren smiled at her. “Wrong. That young man did not become a superhero…. At the age of eighteen, he was left jobless in a big city with not a penny in his pocket.” Everyone started to murmur with a frown. “You all might be wondering. Why didn’t he become a hero? Heroes get paid handsomely? Why didn’t he serve society to protect us all? Why?” he paused dramatically. Everyone looked at him curiously. “it was because the man did not want to be a superhero. He wanted to be a musician,”

Adam POV I was so angry at Jenna and the Moon Goddess. How could she pair me with someone who had some superpower as to heal someone? And how could Jenna not tell me? It had to be magic of some sort and I didn’t believe in that, but she managed to heal me, so I had to believe in something.

It hurts so much finding out about this today, right after he passed away. “You do not have to answer anything, just let this poor lady vent a little. Besides some teachers and the neighbors, no one has come to see Shinji. I do not even know how to contact his friends or coworkers, that is why I went to the ramen shop hoping to find something and I found you, so just be a good boy and go along with me.” Just like Boss, she has this magical ability to know exactly what I am thinking and what to say in response.