Superhero Story Novels & Stories

"How's Aurora?" I sighed and flopped down on the couch, "She's a mess. She said I saved her life and told me that I'm a superhero." "Why do you say that like it's a bad thing?" "Because people always expect things from superheroes. Whenever there's trouble, a superhero is expected to show up and save the day. They're depicted as these indestructible beings who everyone can count on. I don't want to be a hero. All I'll do is disappoint everyone. If anything, I'm a villain."

I tried standing up but my leg where weak, I can't believe my life in college would continue like this. He help me up but I almost fall again because of my leg and he caught me by my waist. I only watch things like this in movie, where the villian try to kill the girl and she was saved by her superhero who turn her to be her love. "Let me help you to the clinic" he said and the crowd spaced out for us to pass. Jessica apologise for leaving but she told me she knew Jeremy to be a bad guy. The guy who saved me didn't show up again and my leg were feeling better but I was limping a little.

CHAPTER 1 Power, it was a term that is rather popular, everyone can relate to the need for power and at the same time everyone wanted it for him or herself, I was no different, and for me power had a means, right from the age of 12. You see I was a scrawny child from a really small town in New Jersey, growing up was especially hard since I had no parents, forgotten in an orphanage, aside that I wasn’t a cute kid that people came and awwned over and then decide they should adopt, I was ugly, there was no other adjective to use, I had a crocked nose, and even my teeth was scattered and it showed whenever I smiled, every time we were to line up for a prospective family, we were asked to smile a

“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 —”

My name was Lola Sinclair, a young wife from a small farming town. My husband, Dominic DeLuca, used to work at a construction site. He was honest, hardworking, and willing to take any job as long as it could keep our family fed. We had two children, a modest home, and a life that was never rich but still peaceful. Then everything changed. Dominic fell from a height at the construction site and badly injured his leg. The contractor responsible disappeared soon afterward, leaving us without compensation. Instead of receiving help, we were forced to cover nearly one hundred thousand dollars in medical expenses ourselves.

There were heights of crime in each of the cities, they took several hostages throughout the week, in itself, every time they appeared, and a hero emerged, the villains used children as a shield. When then, in which there were several cases of kidnappings throughout the week. Leticia Lane was covering the superhero story about murdering innocents. - Leticia. - Perry said in front of him in the daily planet's newsroom. - You are dismissed for the rest of the month. - He said.

I read somewhere something that said, "You know what the difference between a villain and a superhero is? That the superhero would be capable of sacrificing you in order to save the world, and the villain would be capable of sacrificing the world for you." -Calm down, Colton, calm down," the guy named Cobra stepped back. -I just wanted to make sure in person, I knew you wouldn't be able to break your word," he looked at me strangely, as if morbidly. Colton noticed it and that's why he hid me more behind him- But since you already made it clear to me it's better that we leave. See you later, Colton, I hope you fight again," he winked, turned around and left.

he answered, as if he were speaking to his child. No, I'm —she was cut off by another yawn. Zion chuckled. "Okay. How about I read, and you close your eyes. I'll stay here until you fall asleep." Zion smiled. She nodded, conceding. "My hero doesn't wear a cape or fly around rescuing people. He doesn't shoot webs from his hands, and he can't climb walls. He only has one superpower, and I think it is the best power any hero can have. My hero's special power is love, even when people don't deserve it. My hero is my Stepdad."

He asks looking at me intently. “Superheroes are mad up but yeah whatever.” I say and he smiles a little. “I don’t know if they’re made up.” He says and I look at him amused. “Knox, they’re fiction.” I and he shrugs his shoulders like he doesn’t agree. “I think I would be Superman.” He says and I look at him shocked. “Really?” I can’t believe his answer. Out of all the superheroes in the world “Yes!” He says offended. “Not even Iron man? Or …”

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,”