Young Justice Hal Jordan Novels & Stories

Marvel-themed birthday party. The last item was the paper. "My name is Malaya Jones, and I am eight years old. My mom is what I think of when I think of Family, and she's a superhero." Jordan laughed as he continued. "I don't know my dad, but he might be one, too. My mom taught me that love is always growing. Like her love for me. And that we need to share that love with the world. So we can all be Family."

Rachael and Damian raced forward, their hearts pounding as they watched Jamal teeter on the edge of a fall. But just before he could hit the ground, Jamal managed to catch himself, landing on one knee instead. He quickly popped back up, dusting off his pants with a proud grin on his face. "I’m Superman! Nothing can hurt me!" Jamal declared, puffing out his chest like a little hero, his eyes sparkling with a mix of triumph and childish innocence.

His leather jacket whipped around him, the wind stinging his face as he replayed the scene over and over in his head. The mansion gates came into view, and Jordan slowed just enough to flash his ID at the guards. They waved him through immediately, recognizing Victor's right-hand man. Jordan whistled a jaunty tune as he pulled into the circular driveway, killing the engine with a dramatic flourish. He dismounted in one smooth motion, removing his helmet and shaking out his hair. For just a moment, the child's face flashed through his mind again. Something about those eyes, that little chin... "Nah," Jordan scoffed, dismissing the thought. "Never seen the kid before." Yet the nagging feeling

The man opened the car door and introduced himself, "I'm Mr. Hall's assistant. Just call me Lewis." Jordan found the name somewhat familiar. Meanwhile, Jasmine grabbed her arm excitedly. "It's Michael Hall! I'm a huge fan of his! He's one of the men in that game I play! They modeled one of the characters after his face—he's so handsome!" Jordan had heard of Michael Hall before. Because of Jane, there had once been some gossip about him. But work was work—nothing personal. However, the content of this shoot would be displayed on a large screen later.

A new student, I'm sure Reece sent him. I frowned at him, "what do you want?" I asked blankly. He raised his eyebrows, "I just wanted to ask you if you're okay" he said. My frown deepened, "why?" I asked. He face palmed himself, "so sorry, my name is Jordan Hale, last week Friday I and some other guy found you lying unconscious in the hallway, I just wanted to ask if you're fine now" he explained.

his parents screamed when they found Hail in his room. His body became a corpse. Jun lowered his head and balled his fist. Yuria and Sylv entered the room. Shock can be seen on their faces. Good thing Skye was not around since he is with Reyan, studying somewhere in the kingdom to reign his power. Hail’s power that killed himself... it is the first time that his power went berserk. On his eleventh birthday, it was the second time. Right now, he is six years old, and he suddenly feels cold. His body started to freeze so he couldn't move or scream for help. Until his body temperature dropped to zero and died. He can't control his power since he is still very young. And his parents blamed thems

I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. Jordan stepped out of the darkness. He wasn't wearing a suit. He wasn't wearing a shirt. In the moonlight, he looked like a god of war. His chest was broad, sculpted with muscle and scarred from old battles. Sweat glistened on his skin, as if he had been running—or hunting. His eyes were glowing. Not a flicker. Solid, molten gold. "I... I was just taking a walk," I stammered, backing away.

Jordan was grunting at every minute that passed; he didn't seem to like Raven's routine, and he wasn't hiding it. Jayden on the other hand was completely quiet. His face was blank and expressionless; and he always had that look of longing in his eyes. It wouldn't take a genius to tell that all he wanted was avenging their late Don, Gomez Maxson. And he couldn't make a move without Raven, partly because most of the Scorpion mafia members respected him because he had Gomez Waxson's blood flowing through his veins. “We've been here for hours,” said Jordan. “What the hell are we waiting for?“

A rush of heat evaporated from my skin, but my hand remained stoic against the cold metal tucked at the belt around my waist. "Everyone, meet Peter Callahan. He's a commander and my best friend from the base" Jordan informed stopping in front of us. "Eagle, that's my girl over there- Melody. these are her fathers, Alexander, Lorenzo, and Vernero. Don't be spooked by the tough faces and tats. They are the sweetest. And that Dante, Douglass, and Laylah." he pointed to each one of us with a big green on his face. -

Back then, Jordan didn't cause trouble because he completely looked down upon Felix. He said, "Felix! The most important thing in life is to recognize your own worth and to face reality. Even an office worker would never consider a useless village doctor like you, not to mention Xena. "Besides, I heard from Xena that you've joined a group of scammers. You're lucky she didn't arrest you, so don't push your luck." Felix glanced at him and frowned. "And who might you be?" "How dare you!" Belle stepped in. Pointing at Felix, she coldly said, "Who is he? How bold of you, Felix! He's Jordan Hall, the apprentice of Wesley Cane, who's ranked fifth among the top ten master healers of Dragonia.