Superhero Story Novels & Stories

Ace exclaimed in excitement while looking at Dominic with sparkling eyes. This situation was quite awkward for Dominic. He has been called a lot of things before. Heartless, rude, cruel, cold-hearted but a superhero? That's something completely new and caught him off guard. "H...how? How am I a superhero?" This little boy got him stammering. What the hell?! "You saved my mommy so bravely from that big mean wolf. You were so brave and so big than that mean wolf. So strong. I want to be strong and brave as well to protect my mommy just like that always." Ace said with a toothy grin.

"Oh, absolutely! This suit has secret powers, I'm convinced. It gives me superhuman strength and lightning-fast reflexes!" The shopkeeper nodded, winking playfully. "That's the spirit! The legends say it's been crafted by ancient sorcerers with a touch of magic. But hey, I won't take all the credit. It's your heroic skills that truly saved the day." Keagan grinned, appreciating the shopkeeper's banter. "Well, it's not every day I get to defeat a villain. I couldn't have done it without my amazing squadmates, though. They had my back!"

Civilians came to put in their petty requests which they were normally too lazy to do by themselves (more of domestic stuffs really) and paid to have them done for them by the E-ranks, who got these domestic chores assigned to them by the Hero-League as their missions. A notification alert popped up on Suzanne's phone. 'Please tell me you're awake,' It read. She rolled her eyes. It was one of her team mates, Ethan. 'You are....right?' Another message again. She hissed and went to the bathroom to freshen up and get dressed. 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

It cannot be a present for us from God. Let this part for later but now let me tell you an important role of time in any story. (Why a story when everything is a fact). Even before the arrival of the comet, the world is still not a part of the meaning of the unification. But in that era they knew one thing, how to respect each other. Then how does everyone become so mean and thirsty of each other's blood, money, land and whatsoever they have!? If I want to conquer this world and other worlds, I can make it happen now just by saying. But others like Ma'la, they had to struggle for the God like powers first then they had to fight against many and so many everyday to everlast at the same place.

They both sleep soundly and I smiled looking at them. "You can sleep." Ken suddenly said. "I'm good, coffee got me awake." I said and again silence surround us. "So what's your favorite superhero?" I don't know why I ask that but it came out from my mouth. "None." "What? Why?" "I'm not a fan watching that, it's stupid." He said and I hissed. "How can you find that stupid? It's cool." "Action movies but not the superhero one." "You're not cool, Ken."

Hate was too small a word,it was too simple What I felt was slower. The kind of suffocating resentment that settled into your bones and refused to leave. Thirty years old man still stuck in a 9-5 job at Apex Dynamics. No money and no prospects The world had already decided I was the designated punching bag. Over a century again,due to some mutation that the government kept super-secret. Superpowers became a thing of existence. That brought about flashy pricks flying around on the news and government-sponsored heroes signing endorsement deals One in a thousand people got powers.

Kendra was out to a meeting somewhere, and except for the scratch of Brian's pencil over the paper, the house was quiet. They had decided to spend some time at Philip's apartment. “Hey, buddy,” Philip said, walking over and ruffling Brian’s hair. “What’re you working on?” Brian looked up with a big smile. "I'm drawing a superhero! He's got super speed and he can fly and... and he's super strong!" Philip chuckled and leaned over to take a peek at the picture. "Looks like a pretty cool hero. What's his name?" Brian was quiet for a moment, his eyes then lighting as he exclaimed, "Super Dad!

Did this mean the teacher… was the boss of their boss? Their heads couldn't handle this information. Wait a second. Did the older man say "Master Pearce"? Was he referring to the same Master Pearce who conjured a leviathan out of thin air and defeated Deus Gamibo, the undefeated King of Martial Arts? Machetes, baseball bats, and various weapons clattered to the floor. They were terrified. Everyone had heard of Master Pearce. He was an actual superhero, unbeatable and indestructible! Cyclops felt despair consume him. "Oh God! Save me, Mr. Flemming!"

he answered, leaning forward to stare at me curiously. “So there’s this Alien-Scientist who was the assistant to the chief in charge of the laboratory, they had a project called—SUPER-SOLDIER Project- Using that Alien tissue you brought from the Proxima Centauri B, extracting their genome and editing them to create a powerful formula that will turn an ordinary human into superhero, with abilities to teleport and disappear as well as to self-repair. Unfortunately, after many trial-and-errors, it became obvious that the formula was only compatible with the person, whose specific, rare blood. The blood that is immune to HIV” Judging by his face, I could see that he knew what was next, since he

She asked, The boys cheered and followed their mother into the shop, their laughter filling the space. Benita scooped two scoops of their favorite flavors and handed them to her boys. As they enjoyed their treats together, Benita asked, "So, superheroes, how was your day today?" Richard took a big bite of his ice cream before replying, "It was amazing, Mom! We played superheroes in the park and saved the city from evil villains!" Roland chimed in, his face covered in ice cream, "Yeah, Mom! I flew like Superman!"