The League Of Regrettable Superheroes Novels & Stories

he mumbled as he rose from the chair he sat on beside the bed and stormed out of the room breaking the handle of the door. . . Cave "Why are you back early?" "The Super heroes overpowered us, these are the rest of us left. We had to retreat" "What!!" The seemingly leader who sat on a chair that blended with the darkness, exclaimed. "How do I explain that to Sorex?" he said with anger. They all looked down and kept mute. "Return your daylight rings, you all are not fit to keep it on, and your S rank status has been stripped off from you all."

"Don't let it get to your head. I was just being nice in front of others." Rowan fell silent for a few seconds before saying, "If I were any less confident, you'd have destroyed my self-esteem by now!" After eating more fruit, Boa settled into his lap. "Listen. Leo's coming back soon, so you'd better be on your best behavior, got it?" "Of course," Rowan said. "I'll be the best godfather ever." "Who said you're his godfather?" Boa challenged. "Getting ahead of yourself, aren't you?"

Another one of the men spoke. "I had expected that, so what are you guys then?" "We are from the Shadow League." The group of men spoke together, almost in unison. "The Shadow League?"Alpha Kai gasped silently as he whispered in between breaths. The Shadow League was the most terrifying werewolf league in the world. Any werewolf in the league is being selected from ten thousand werewolves. Mark was also a member of the Shadow League and was also one of the strongest warriors in the league.

Selena instructed and without wasting a moment the women dropped the file to the floor and turned it open. “Who are all these people?” Serenity wondered, paging through photographs with names, dates and places all scribbled on them in Peter’s handwriting. “Check this out.” Selena showed her a page of a small notebook with pages and pages of notes and questions, “League of Vengeance, of Italian origin, created to reset the world order.” Selena read the key words that were underlined on one of the pages, “What the fuck?” “Do you think he was one of their targets?” Serenity wondered, paging through the pictures faster only to have them all fall out of her hands and scatter across the room, “Shi

Hayden received the order and walked out with a limp. Lord Vedastus raised his head slightly and stared at the ceiling as he said, “Thomas, oh, Thomas, are you trying to fight me? Very well, let's fight. I'll teach you what it means to have people who are smarter than you.” …… In the evening, the team leader of Avengers Club, Levant, walked out of the club and headed toward the subway station. The sky was getting dark, and it was right after working hours. The road was crowded as people came and left.

the rogue Alpha rasped, black saliva dripping from his jaw. “The King is cold. Why is the King cold?” “Because the sky is trying to take the warm away,” Leo replied. His voice dropped into that subsonic resonance, commanding the air in the room to turn to iron. He pointed the rusted iron shard toward the outer perimeter. “The bad men have metal needles in the ground. They are hurting my Mommy. I need five of you who aren't afraid to bleed in the gray mist. We are going to stop the clicking.”

The injured one. "Lucien," I said, keeping my voice even and reasonable, "Luna Lara rode off with a stranger right in front of your face like I heard. And now, I guess the whole pack already knows about it too. It might start to affect your reputation if you don't handle it soon. You are the Alpha of the Wildfang clan. You can't afford to look like a man who has been left behind." He looked at me with that particular look he had been wearing more and more lately. The one where his eyes were present but his attention was somewhere else entirely, somewhere I couldn't reach no matter what I said or how carefully I framed it.

He howled in pain and retreated, blood spraying across the leaves. More came. I fought like the rogue I used to be—the one who survived alone before Silas ever claimed me. My body moved on instinct, protecting my belly while striking out with cold precision. A second attacker grabbed my arm. I headbutted him, feeling cartilage crunch under my forehead, then kneed him hard between the legs before stabbing downward. “Get the Luna!” one of the rivals shouted. “The pup is worth more than the territory!” The words fueled my rage. I wasn’t a vessel. I wasn’t prey.

Their precious dynasty was collapsing to the daughter they discarded. Sophia tried to fan the flames, her voice trembling. “Aria is just angry… once she calms down… she’ll return the company to you.” I almost laughed. A sound like a wolf’s bark escaped me, sharp and humorless.. Margaret’s eyes shook. I saw regret in her gaze, heard it in her heartbeat. “If I had known,” she whispered, her voice cracking, “I should have ended it when you were a baby.” My pupils burned gold. My claws pricked against my palms just beneath my skin.

Cliché but true. Adriana had concluded that if she had to be on the run for the rest of her life to protect her child from Niklaus then she would. Without hesitation. She had one regret though. She regretted not telling Celine she was pregnant. She regretted not calling Celine to tell her what she had seen at Niklaus’s mansion that day. She would have known what to do. She regretted not even calling Celine to ask how her writer's retreat in California had been going. Most of all she regretted not telling her best friend she was starting a new life in a foreign city she had never been to. Celine would have helped pick out a new name for a new identity. And that regret and guilt went on to sit