The League Of Regrettable Superheroes 소설 & 이야기

Inside, two monsters celebrated in the dark, believing they had won completely. Believing no one could touch them now. Believing Leslie was just a helpless girl who would never be a threat. They had no idea how wrong they were.

He Absorbed them. ​"You want to go back to the Archive?" Leo’s voice sounded through the water, a vibration that shook the very core of the planet. "Then I’ll give you the 'Ultimate-Archive'! I’ll show you the version of the world where the Vanes Never Existed!" ​The Paradox Strike ​This was the "Triple-Regret" in its final form. Leo wasn't just regretting his mistakes; he was weaponizing the possibility of his own non-existence.

“We still await your orders, Alpha. It's been untouched at XY lab.” I exhaled, then nodded. “We will resume it soon.” “Okay, Alpha.” I left the underground lab and went back into the main building. Since it has gotten to this point, I would rather make mistakes and redo it than keep stalling the development. My parents were murdered by goddess knows whom, and they suffered injuries, and because they couldn't heal faster, and the injuries were too fatal to heal, seventy percent of the population was wiped away. Now, lunar serum creates a better chance. It speeds healing, and even if the individual’s healing abilities fail, it could regenerate cells quickly.

I had to speed up my pace, otherwise my groom would mark another woman in the next second. I put my hand on Alpha Leo's arm and begged: "Alpha Leo, please, this is our wedding. Our marriage is decided by the Council. You will ruin everything. Please don't bring shame to my family." "Are you threatening me? Recognize your own identity. I, Alpha Leo of Silver Moon Pack, reject you, Olivia Walsh, as my mate and Luna." No!!!!! I couldn’t take this after losing my baby. But the only thing I could do now is to accept it. Not accepting Alpha's rejection will only bring more pain.

"This place... it's a trap. It's a hollow." "No, Mama," Leo said, turning to look at me. His eyes were full of a sorrow that no four-year-old should ever know. "They aren't traps. They’re siblings. They’re the ones who didn't have a Shield. They’re the ones whose Mothers weren't the Architect."

“Leo, old chap, I never saw you as my competition. Let’s see who’s the stronger one now.” Even though the two of them said that, their hearts were racing in their chests. Their family backgrounds were almost the same and they were not fools. If they continued this, both sides would suffer. However, they had no choice. When they thought about Amelia’s soft and weak body and her seductive voice, the two of them felt as if they were given adrenaline shots. No more nonsense! They started launching Super Rockets. [Mr. Leo gave streamer Hahny Super Rocket x1]

“You forget who you are when it comes to that snake don't you?” “It doesn't work on her,” he frowns, “Do you not remember when I did that with Nova, Thalia, Mariella, Maddison and Tanya in high school? For some reason, Thalia and Mariella didn't heed my command, they're immune.” I had forgotten all about that, and the cases where one is immune to the Alpha command are rare. “Whatever the case, just tell Thalia the truth, the longer you drag this out the harder it'll be.”

Tangled in lies of omission I had built to protect us all. Just then, Lucas appeared out of nowhere, holding two takeaway coffee cups. He looked like he had stepped off a magazine cover in his leather jacket and jeans, hair tousled like he was born in a cologne commercial. "Wow, dramatic exit. I thought you were storming off to join the Avengers," he said, handing me a cup. I managed a weak laugh. “More like the League of Regretful Decisions.” "Ah yes, my favorite superhero group," he grinned. “Featuring Miss Brooding Past, her sidekick Emotional Baggage, and their arch-nemesis: Linda.”

“I thought you said she was a human? Her healing speed superseded that of a low-ranking werewolf.” Who are these people? Where am I? Then I recalled yesterday’s events. Oh, shit. What if I'm still in Blood Moon? Unable to hold my curiosity at bay, my eyes fluttered open as I looked around the dark, gloomy room. There were two men. One was bald and wore a white coat, while the other had short blond hair and was dressed in a blue shirt and jeans. The smell of urine, faeces, and unwashed bodies hit me, and I quickly wrinkled my nose at the stench. They both noticed my reaction and turned to me. “You're awake,” the bald man said. “How are you feeling?”

For five years, I let my husband’s fated mate take whatever she wanted. My place beside him. His time. His attention. The tenderness that used to belong to me. I even told myself I could survive watching my own son choose her over me, because a broken family had to be better than no family at all. It wasn’t. On the tenth anniversary of the bond my husband and I chose for ourselves, he canceled our ceremony and told me his fated mate would be taking my place beside him. Then my son gave her the Luna necklace his father had once given me and told me she was his real mate. That was the moment I finally understood something I should have learned five years ago. No matter how much of mysel