Useless Superhero Novels & Stories

“Not dangerous.” “Not dangerous,” she repeats, her full lips looking so damn kissable, it’s all I can do not to claim that pouty mouth. “Right.” “Special how?” “Uh…” I remember that I picked up my motorcycle in front of her— something I wouldn’t have done if I hadn’t just flipped over a car and landed on my head. “I’m just really strong. And I heal fast. Kinda like a superhero.” A superhero. Wow. That’s a great line. I don’t know why I don’t use that more often with the women.

Before Frank could speak, Moxxi answered, "We know our chief very well even if others don't. The only difference between him and superheroes is the red underwear, and it's only natural he refuses to allow any nonsense to happen where his light touches—right, dear leader?" Frank rolled his eyes at both Moxxi and Jada—those two could really be a handful on occasions. Hana Pearce came up just then. "Superhero? What superhero?" "Exactly the one you're thinking of!"

It looked like your average soda, which meant he had a few more screws loose than I originally thought. "Whoa, there." I had to calm him down. "Auras. No, I think that would be way cool." Uber-polite Dante was way better than hanging-by-a-thread Dante. He ran a hand over his face, pausing as if fighting for control. "And like every superhero, we have a weakness," he continued. When he opened his eyes, they looked sad, yet resigned somehow. "We all have the same weakness?" For some reason, I felt like he was being straight with me.

He pouted as I smiled. “How many times have you seen me this week? Huh? And why did you have to get injured? I've told you countless times to be careful.” I scolded, trying to keep my tone soft at the same time. “I was playing a superhero with Brie and Remi. I was Superman. Brie, Wonder Woman and Remi, supergirl.” “Superman does not hurt himself. He's very careful while saving the say. So you’ll be careful from now on. You know you can't protect your sisters if you're injured right?” I questioned meaningfully as he nodded his head.

Jeremy said confident but Dr Ashton laughed hard. "What's so funny?" Jeremy couldn't help asking. "I was thinking you'd say join the fire department but isn't suddenly wanting to become a superhero just because you have superpowers a little too rash? Being a superhero is no easy job,if you watch your cartoons properly, you'll notice they actually have to train and master their powers. If you don't, you'll most likely end up either hurting yourself, your loved ones or you'll be exposed." Dr Ashton explained and Jeremy thought about it. "But I want to put my powers into good use,I'll train if that's what it takes." He sounded really determined.

The main one would be that they would probably call Zack and, he doesn't know about my mental health and, the state of disrepair that it's in or has been in for the past ten or so years. ''Okay well, I have another one for you. Here goes: Why shouldn't write with a broken pencil?'' ''I don't know, why?'' I did know but who was I to step on his jokes? ''It's pointless,'' We both chuckled. ''Do you like cartoons?'' I asked him. ''Yeah, my little brother introduced me to one called Bravest Warriors. I'm pretty into that one right now,'' I didn't know he had a little brother. Well, that's expected seeing as I only met him yesterday.

“That wasn’t a question, Winter. You’re beat up right now, and you don’t know how to use your abilities well enough to–” “I fought off half a dozen people,” I cut in. “Twice. I might be a little banged up, but I’m capable.” Already I feel the strength building in me, the power coming from a deep, yawning well. I feel like I could take on anyone. Unless they have a talisman like Heather does. For a moment, my knees feel weak. Is there anyone in there that can negate my strength? If they do, I’m as good as dead. I can’t think like that, though. All the people who screwed me over–Heather, Alice–are in there, but so are some good people, too. Brynn. Gregory. Headmaster Stroud and all the teacher

I narrated what happened and his face went from slowly being blank to one of surprise. It was hilarious how he looked at me right after I ended the narration. “Oh my God, I didn't know that I had a superhero as my mate. You are a real gem, my queen,” He teased me. “I am not a superhero. I don't even know if my powers will work again. There is a probability that I might not be able to heal anyone else, but I want to give it a try. I want to do something for our people,” I uttered in determination.

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

"Uncle Richard, are you going to be a superhero?" James asked, his little hands tightening around the electric clippers as though they were some futuristic gadget. Richard chuckled, sitting on the stool in the middle of Luke's garage. "A superhero? Kid, I think the bad guys in the movies are always bald guys." James wrinkled his nose. "Not in my movie. You're a superhero in mine.".