Superman Graphic Novels & Stories

Then, he decisively rescued survivors while eliminating various evil forces nearby, slowly establishing the current base. Then, Xandra sighed. "It's a pity that the leader was seriously injured. I heard he had cooperated with an important figure from the city base to eradicate a Level 7 iron-skinned zombie. However, he got badly hurt and could only now rely on a healing mutant to keep him alive. "I hope he gets well soon. After all, some individuals are starting to stir the peace in the base. The areas behind District 10 are already chaotic. I heard you can buy a slave for just one crystal core."

Chapter Two Of all the friends that Sam had me introduced to, I particularly had a liking for Felix. He was unique in a way and we seemed to share the same interests, like the love for superheroes, most specifically the Superman guy. Eventually, we got bored of playing soccer and some of the kids we were playing with headed to their homes. It was too early for us to go home, so we decided to play Hide and Seek afterwards, a game in which you hide and someone has to find out where you are. It was only the three of us, Sam, Felix and I. You know how the kids back in the rurals are always controlled by the city kids? Well, Felix and I hid and I made Sam look for us. After struggling, he finally

Jeez. We stopped at a bay near the mall, the cool breeze blowing, so I hugged myself. He put his jacket on my shoulders, and I muttered my thanks, to which he responded with a smile. “I bought you this, that’s why,” he said, and I looked at him, seeing him take out a small box from his pocket. I couldn’t help but smile. It was a gold bracelet with different kinds of flowers, but what caught my attention was the green centerpiece. “This is kryptonite, Superman hates it. It makes him weak, he couldn’t do anything.” I didn’t understand why he was telling me this; I already knew.

Which was probably for the best. There’s an old Batman-Superman comic where Superman decides to find every piece of kryptonite on Earth and throw them in the Sun so his enemies can’t use them against him. But the very last piece he gives to Batman. He realises there might one day be a need to stop him, and the only one he trusts to do it is the Dark Knight. I’m not comparing myself to Superman — anyone who thinks a pair of glasses is going to protect their secret identity is a bigger logic-retard than I’ll ever be — but I trusted Maurice.

Scribbles of stars above the figure’s head. “What’s this one called?” I asked gently. “‘Sky Fire.’ It’s what a superhero wears. She doesn’t fly. She just makes people feel better when they’re crying.” My throat thickened. I kissed his forehead and stared at the drawing long after he curled up in my lap, eyes drooping. Sky Fire.

She thought that it was the darkness that was spooking the action figure making him cringe in fear and she was right. "Look, that's superman. He isn't scary, he's a hero. He saved the whole town win all battles, he even drew a battle arc and won." Bella's voice was prideful. To her glee, Modret blinked staring at the picture of the superman. He was smiling sweetly, even his teeth twinkled. This was not what he pictured when the room was dark, anyways Modret decided to forget about it because it was no longer scary in the day compared to that of the night.