The League Of Regrettable Superheroes Novels & Stories

Tall windows lined the front and large steps led up to the entrance. It was grand but there was no comfort in it. It felt cold. Shadow growled low. Be careful. “I will,” I said quietly. I drove up to the gate and stopped. Two guards stepped forward at once. Their eyes moved over me with sharp focus. “State your name and purpose,” one of them said. “I am Leon,” I replied. “Son of the Alpha of the Silvercrest pack. I am here to meet Alpha Jacob.” They exchanged a quick look. “And why do you wish to meet our Alpha?” the second guard asked.

No matter how much I try to shake them out of my mind they never go away and keep floating around my head. "Don't call me Angel, it kind of makes me sick coming out from your mouth and how dare you to give me the idea of aborting our child and as for the sister matter YOU DON'T GET TO FUCK YOUR SISTER EVERY NIGHT AND I DON'T WANT A SINGLE PENNY FROM YOU. Just letting you know that I won't forgive you easily when you regret it and come back to me begging for me to help you and take you back in my life. I know you are gonna regret all this one day because that bitch will destroy you. Mark my words. She betrayed you once. She will betray you again. Just open you fucking yes, you bastard and rem

Every headline seemed determined to dissect my life: >The Hidden Heir >The Missing Successor >The Woman Behind The Consortium Mystery >Who Is Quinn Ledger I laughed the first time I saw it. Then I cried. Then I laughed again because the irony was almost unbearable. For most of my life, I had been invisible, unwanted, forgotten, and easy to overlook. Now the entire world suddenly wanted a piece of Quinn Ledger. After that night with Jason, I despised him more. I never believed one of his words. To me, he was a pathetic liar.

Whiplash said, his voice accompanied by a hoarse whistling, a sign of his old age catching up to him? The squad members pulled up their displays from their hero suits, and one by one, they read out their current rankings and attributes. The readings were disappointingly low, except for Dante, who was on the cusp of breaking into the B-rank. His ranking was 11,382, the lowest of the low, showcasing the scarcity of ranked superheroes compared to the unranked ones. To be ranked was truly an honor and privilege, reserved for the most skillful and promising individuals. The rest of the squad reported their low attributes, all of them unranked.

None of them looked friendly. They were the reason Joanna was being vague. Immediately on high alert, I bared my fangs. "It's okay, Jasmine," she said. "These are my warriors. We call ourselves the League of Huntsmen." I'd heard that name once before and recently. In the dream with Laeddin where the Unknowns spoke about me. The Unknowns made it seem like the League of Huntsmen would work against me. And if the League was real, then it stood to reason the Unknowns really were holding Laeddin captive. I swallowed down my anxieties. "Hello," I said, my voice hoarse, and clenched my hands into fists. The Unknowns loved to lie and to play tricks. Creatures of Earth, specifically supernatural crea

retorted Chelsea as she once again threw another snow ball at his direction , this time Regulus was ready and once he had shaken and wiped off most of the snow that was coating his hair and face , he dodged the incoming snow bullet , grabbed some of the snow with a quick and agile cartwheel and threw it right back at her . " Oh my god ! You are crazy !" shrieked Chelsea when another snow ball hit after she has dodged the first , when she turned around to see what was actually happening, she was stunned . Behind her Regulus was on his knees and was shooting snow balls at her with an incredible speed that may leave even the machine gun behind . " I'm the leader of the seventh squadron , little

Castro narrowed his eyes and giggled, “So, Marie, do you also think that those Second God brats are playing with fire? That they can’t be the match of Regal Palace?” Marie laughed bitterly and answered, “Those kids are just a group of spoiled brats that are as good as trash. How can they be the match of Regal Palace? Aren’t we clear about what that organization has done over the years? Even S.H.I.E.L.D. is afraid of them. Even those bigshots from the Second World may not have the upper hand when dealing with them personally, let alone a group of juniors.” “They used despicable means to sneak attacks on Regal Palace when they were unaware of them. These brats thought they could destroy their

"I hate it the most when people say I'm arrogant. Nevertheless, there will always be people who say that to me.” "Wait till our leader comes. You will regret what you’ve done. I swear that I'll make you regret it!" once again, the Rank 8 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman barked. "I, Lucas York, will never feel remorse," said Lucas. The Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman was exasperated yet astonished to hear that. No words were needed to describe just how terrifying Lucas was. Not to mention, there were three Rank 9 Zombies in his Apocalyptic Legion as well!

He must have liked that Sophia approved of him. "Now that Mama Bear has vetted you and thinks you're legit, I’d like to formally introduce you to my family," Austin said as Silas gave him his full attention. "That guy who looks like a grizzly bear is Leo. He doesn’t smile a lot, but when Athena talks to him, he’s like a kid on Christmas morning." "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Leo," Silas greeted, and Leo nodded in response before turning to face Austin. "You’re asking to get hit again," Leo threatened, an evil smile spreading across his face.

The cold metal grounded me. The Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack had defunded the only treatment that might save one of their own children. He’d dismissed it as a fabrication. All while Lucian was learning to ride his little wooden horse in the courtyard, and I sat at the kitchen counter pretending the empty chair across from me didn’t matter. He’d done it for Lisa. I knew it in my bones, even without proof. I’d known a hundred small truths without proof for four years. “The team relocated,” Dr. Morrison continued. “I can give you their contact information. But even if they accept him, the chances—”