The Rise Of Superman นิยาย & เรื่องราว

About six months into the apocalypse, both my mom and I had discovered some serious powers. Mine? I could hear my dad's thoughts—yes, only his. In an apocalyptic world where survival hinged on brute strength, this ability was as useful as a screen door on a submarine. The only upside was that I became his personal translator. But my mom? She struck gold. She developed super strength—and not just the run-of-the-mill kind. Her entire body mutated. She went through a second growth spurt, and now she was almost seven feet tall—tall and built like a tank.

It most likely belonged to him. He glances at me again but yet with a much keener expression. "I am?" "Yes, you are! But you gotta be careful too!" I coax as I continue brushing my fingers through his soft hair. "Superman never starts fire, it's a dangerous thing to play with!" He stares up at me as his mouth curves in a sad pout as I ask "Do you know why superman doesn't do such things?" A shake of his head in denial has me answering "Well because superman helps save people from such things-things as fire can harm people! And superman never harms people."

she pointed to his stomach. "Here?" Madison pointed to her stomach too just to be sure and Davis nodded. He continued. "Your mummy tummy was too big because the both of you were beating her in there, the both of you took all her food and drank all her water and when she wanted to come out, the both of you started kicking her stomach and do you know that if it was some women then they might die but for your mother to be alive, it means she is a superwoman, if she was not, you two will never be here and if you two were not here then you wouldn't have seen me, the real superman" Davis explained to them.

They shared a glance and shouted, “What! He is Daddy?” Their sudden reaction made Violet’s heart skip. With a low, lost voice, she responded, “Yes, baby. He’s your father. Circumstances didn’t let him—” The children didn’t wait for the completion of their mother’s statement before rising from the floor. They had gotten the information they wanted—which was the affirmation that Mr. Superman was their father. Nothing else mattered. Ever since they met him, he had been good to them and nothing else. And that was all that mattered.

I said as we started eating, “what’s your favorite superhero?” He lit up instantly. “Superman ! He’s the fastest hero ever!” I raised an eyebrow. “Faster than the Flash?” “Way faster,” Noah said with a serious nod. “The Flash can only run fast. Superman can fly and run fast.” “Impressive,” I said, exchanging a smile with Ivy. It felt… natural. Like we’d done this a hundred times before. The way Noah talked about his favorite superheroes, the way Ivy laughed softly at his excitement—it all felt right.

“My bad.” “It’s one thing when my kind go missing. The humans aren’t quick to look for us if at all, but it’s another thing when you start stealing regular human girls. The humans will not be forgiving, and they will come for us.” Riven is vibrating beside me, and I know he’s dying for the chance to run forward and slice Marcel’s throat open. Something tells me that doing that would be nearly impossible because Marcel radiates an unsettling kind of strength. I’ve heard of super-strong wolves before, but how is he like this? What is it about his bloodline that makes him so powerful?

“One night, your father woke up shivering and drenched in sweat. He had seen our future… your future and saw the coming uprising. Plans were put in place secretly, and for years, we lived knowing that our time with you was short. Nothing we did could change the outcome. We could only hope to put in place strategies to ensure your survival. I did not know he was another hybrid. I only understood this when he revealed himself before we helped you escape the castle a few months ago. “If Osprey gets a hold of you, he will use you for your powers and destroy all of humanity—humans, shifters, and magic wielders alike. He does not understand that by doing this, the delicate balance that the Faiths

Now he was even talking about superpowers. "Heh, you don't believe me, do you?" Edward said leisurely. "Honestly, I didn't believe it at first either. Not until I saw our boss lead us straight into the contractor's residential complex and start slaughtering people like it was nothing. That's when I realized this world really does have… 'supermen.'" Supermen. Superhumans. Killian's mouth fell open. He didn't know whether to believe Edward's nonsense or conclude that his cousin had been in the apocalypse for too long and finally snapped under the pressure.

She says, making me turn my head back to look at her. “Story for another day. Look, she’s not ready, but I won’t stop you from coming here. Just make sure you’re never followed, and it’s only one of you at a time.” I nod while she gives me a curt nod, hoisting the small spear to her back, turning to climb up the tree, disappearing from sight. Amazonians like their trees, don’t they? Thus, this became my pattern for a long time until one night the phone rang with an unknown number. I move like lightning to answer it because I know who it is, and I am rewarded when I hear her sweet, melodic voice call my name after months of silence.