The League Of Regrettable Superheroes Novels & Stories

Having them follow her command in nothing but just their weird colored boxers made her clench her lips together to stop herself from laughing. "What are you— eight? Look at yourselves! You're six feet tall and you're fighting over who's best at twerking. This is how you were going to help the Rogue Huntress." They looked down at the running water in embarrassment. "We are sorry, Luna. It's just that we've been working seriously all our lives as comrades in Alpha Fred's army. We never got to enjoy like this." Drake mumbled.

"Russell, that Alex guy looks ice-cold and totally unapproachable. He's even more arrogant than us! It's annoying as hell." "Alex has power and resources. Our supplies are almost gone. We have to tie ourselves to a big base. Base K1 and Firebrand Base are both part of the Haylight League, but that league is risky. We should consider Alex instead." "No one even takes that Haylight League seriously. They just want to use us as cannon fodder to kill zombies. Dream on!" "Aren't you going to the bathroom? A farmer up ahead opened their door. Go there and hurry back. Don't keep Alex waiting."

It was true, we are all part human. “I am not asking you to be Superman or Batman or Ironman. I am not asking you to be Wonder Woman or Batwoman, or even Gamora. If you are in trouble, please, PLEASE, call for help! With everybody here and all the variety of skillsets, I have faith in us. Now who’s ready to show these fuckers who their fuckin with?!” I was answered by the loud cheers and howls from the warriors and I felt a smile pulling at my lips.

The degenerates were going to unleash hell on Earth. Leo continued, "To fight those creatures, you will have to know one thing: these aren't some mindless creatures. They have their own minds, they are vicious, and they are extremely strong. For many reasons, they are more like vampire commoners… except for the fact that they are not allergic to the sun."

I threw my lids open and there they were, mangled and bruised, with gory blood spilled everywhere. The revelation was indeed dreadful and horrendously grim, but I sighed in relief. Yeah, you heard me right. I sighed in relief. The lawless scenery was Great news. Great news because it wasn’t what I had thought it to be. It wasn’t Ralph and you-know-who that had been brawling. I don’t even know these guys. They were probably outstanding Alphas who were just made War Generals. Newbies who didn’t know the rules! That last part made me mad.

Luna stood beside Draven and watched without looking away. When it was over, Volkov was on the floor. Breathing. Alive, with one leg that would never function the same way again. Draven crouched in front of him. "Every king in the underworld is going to ask what happened to you tonight. Tell them the truth." His voice was almost gentle. "That you took something of mine. And I took something of yours. And that we're even." He stood. "If you feel differently about that," he said, "I will come back."

Elara shouted, her voice lost in the surge of the crowd's cheers. Julian didn't flinch. He didn't even look at her. He simply tapped his stick on the ice—clack, clack, clack—the universal signal for the puck to drop. "He’s been 'Hard-Wired' for the League," Rhys’s voice crackled in their collars. "He’s the 'Apex-Asset.' To him, you aren't teammates. You’re the Opening-Act Opponents. And in the Sovereign League, the losers don't get a 'Game Over' screen. They get Disassembled."

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—”

"We are the forgotten, the discarded, the ones who have been cast aside by a world that fears us. But tonight, we rise! Tonight, we show them that we are a force to be reckoned with!" The people in the crowd cheered louder, showing their defiance and determination. They were not just an army; they were a strong group, connected by their shared experiences of being rejected and treated unfairly, according to Leo's ideology. Leo's eyes glinted with malicious intent as he continued, "The werewolves have taken something from each of us - our dignity, our freedom, our loved ones. But tonight, we take it all back! We will show them the true meaning of fear, and we will crush them until they are no

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!"