Superhero Nutrition Novels & Stories

"It's fine, I'm managing." "Clearly not if you're collapsing at dinner," Vanessa interjected from the doorway. "Maybe she needs a break from training, time to recover properly." "No," I said quickly, too quickly. "I don't need a break, I just need better sleep, maybe some vitamins or something." Marcus pulled out a bottle from his kit, shaking out two pills. "These are iron supplements, your levels might be low given how much energy you're burning through healing work, take one twice daily with food."

It contained a precise balance of lean protein and complex carbohydrates, accompanied by a small glass of targeted vitamin supplements. Rhys looked down at the plate. He did not pick up his fork. "What is this?" "Your breakfast," I said, leaning against the counter opposite him. "It contains thirty grams of protein and specific anti-inflammatory properties to help that joint heal. Eat it." "I don't eat this," Rhys said, pushing the plate away with two fingers. The movement was deliberately insulting. "Before a morning skate, I eat four eggs, bacon, and three pancakes. I need calories, not a diet plan for a weight-loss clinic."

This time the meal was better than before, grilled vegetables, protein strips, fresh fruit, and a bottle of electrolyte solution. Balanced. Nutritious. Calculated. Sera stared at it. Earlier, she would have pushed it back untouched. Now she simply sat beside it. Her stomach reminded her she hadn't eaten properly since before the blood tests began. Her pride told her to refuse. Her training told her something else. Hunters didn't choose battles on empty stomachs. Starving herself wouldn't punish Zelios. It would only weaken her. If an opportunity appeared tonight... She would need every ounce of strength. Without another thought, she picked up the tray and ate deliberately, not quickly, not c

I hold up a container of ice cream and chocolate syrup with a big smile. “Well, who am I to say no to a request from my Luna, Kas?” she laughs loudly, showing her wide, bright smile. I quickly blend up chocolate milkshakes for Delilah, Musu, and myself. I add a little protein powder that Bronx keeps for his post workouts to theirs, so their mates don’t get upset I had both of them eating junk food. Between twins and a hybrid pup, these two ladies need as much protein and as many calories as they can get, but they should still get to treat themselves every now and then. When the drinks are in glasses, Musu and I head back into the bedroom.

Those hadn't been in the fridge when I moved in or before Jesse bit me; there hadn't been bottles of anything. "The other guys filled our fridge with easy high-calorie foods while I was unconscious," he explained. "It was drilled into us that we'd need to feed our mates a hell of a lot while they adjust to becoming werewolves." Ah. "So they went with milk? Why not donuts or something?" "The kind of calories matters. Sugar won't make you stronger; at least milk's got calcium and some protein." I guess that made sense. "Can you just throw that towel over your lap?" I asked, trying to gesture toward the towel with my nose since my arms still felt like noodles.

"I hope you don't mind me eating before we get into discussion." "It's okay. I'm hungry as well." "I hope you've been eating well." He said with a concerned face. "Yes I have. I've also been taking food supplements as well." "Oh really?" "Yes. And, I've been drinking a lot of water so I can stay hydrated throughout the day. The doctor suggested I eat food that's rich in Iron so the baby can have strong bones so I eat a lot of broccoli, tofu, spinach, turkey... oh and dark chocolate also helps as well. Trust me, I eat a lot of food." I said sheepishly.

His fingers brushed my skin, checking the tension of the binding, “It helps to prevent your skin splitting.” “Okay,” “And eat.” He grunted as he dug in a pocket and pressed a hard-boiled egg into my hand. “You need more protein. Training like this, you’re burning through nothing. You can’t build muscle without a good diet.” I stared at the egg like it might explode in my palm. No one gave you food in Marcus’s pack unless they wanted something in return. “Take it,” Nolan said, already turning away as if it didn’t matter at all. “Tomorrow you bring two back and eat both before you run.”

"The portions are calculated precisely for your weight and activity level. You won't gain weight. You'll survive." He sat down. Not politely. Not casually. Like a man who decided this was war—but would postpone the battle for now. He reached for the oatmeal first. One spoonful. Then another. Then he paused. "Is this... date?" Sloane looked up from her tablet, where she was already drafting his recovery protocol. "Yes. Natural sugar. Fast-absorbing. Otherwise you'd crash during training." "Of course," Lennox muttered. "Natural sugar. What's next—ashwagandha and a yoga class during my match?"

“My job is to fix it, not enable you to keep destroying it.” “And what exactly can I have?” he said, folding his arms, voice soaked in sarcasm. “Oh, we’re going clean, baby." I turned toward him finally. "Omega-3s for inflammation. Anti-inflammatory foods that actually work. Vitamins D, B12, zinc—the building blocks your body is screaming for. Green tea with turmeric instead of that battery acid you call coffee. Hydrating electrolytes that won't fry your nervous system." I paused, watching his face cycle through horror and disbelief.

~Punch’s Point of View~ “That’s what you’re eating? Where’s the fun,” Hazel asks, as she falls next to me at the table. She’s got a cookie in her hand. I look down at my salmon, chicken and veggies. Mags knows what I need in the days before a fight. I eat like six meals a day, all high protein. I don’t get nervous so I don’t need my gut fucked up by some bad or greasy food. The fight is tomorrow and I’m not risking getting the shits just to enjoy a cheeseburger and fries. Rookies do that shit and I’ve been fighting for years now.