Absolute Power Novels & Stories

An exaggeration or an excess in the reverence of power? "No, I don't think so. Because the one who holds the power is in every right to demand such things. He deserves it." "How so?" "He is the Alpha, and I know you are not quite knowledgeable on us, but the rightful and chosen or destined Alpha is by blood and by competence or ability, the Alpha for myriad reasons. Aside from his invincibleness, he is also an adept and masterful thinker, strategist, governor and leader. Especially our Alpha, did you know that he is known by other Kingdoms to be one of the greatest, if not the greatest, intellectuals. "

× Trix × “You talk too much,” I say, my voice low and calm, though every muscle in my body is strung tight. Salcom stops. “Oh? Did I hit a nerve? Don’t like being reminded of how small you really are?” He leans forward, resting his hands on his knees like he’s speaking to a child. “Here’s the thing, Trix. Power isn’t about who has the best speeches, or who commands the most respect. Power is about winning . It’s about crushing your enemies so thoroughly that they’ll never dare to challenge you again.”

He let me, taking in a deep breath. "Of course," he said, "but I don't think we will be well for long if we don't do something." "What do you mean?" I asked, suddenly realising that he had been driving somewhere by telling me all those names. "They have unprecedented power now," he started. "You know about that now, don't you?" "If they let people know about the information and dirt they have on them, then yes, they are going to be pretty powerful," I responded with a frown. "But that shouldn't be a problem now, should it?"

He had taken an urgent team-building order from a large company that afternoon, earning over 100 dollars just from the delivery fees and tips. Watching him drive away on his motorcycle, I smiled involuntarily. My "powerful words" used to be a knife hanging over others' heads, a jinx that only brought disaster, but after leaving that dark place full of suspicion and malice, the power had transformed into a blessing that could bring good fortune. The wind chimes jingled, and a beautiful woman in plain clothes walked in. She was the young police officer who, despite the Shaw family's pressure, had insisted on collecting evidence to uncover the truth in the emergency room corridor.

Marcus said, his voice dropping to a gravelly tone, "she will learn that her father was a man who tried to steal her future, and that her mother was a queen who protected her. You are trying to carry the morality of a saint, Jessica, but you are running a kingdom. You cannot bleed yourself dry to keep a corpse warm." I looked up into his handsome, ruthless face. He was right. He was always the pragmatist, the shield that kept the ugliness of the world from scratching my surface. But as I looked down at the legal tablet resting on the stone ledge, the flashing red notification of the hospital's final appeal, I realized that true power wasn't just the ability to destroy your enemies. It was th

Theodore invited me to meet him at a restaurant at seven on Saturday night. That was enough to shock the entire family, then they became worried. Theodore held enormous influence and power in Harbor City, and his temper was even harder to predict. Someone had once said the wrong thing in front of him and Theodore had bankrupted him for it. As for me, I was so oblivious that even if someone held a knife to my throat, I would still grin and say, "That knife looks so real!"

Astrid’s POV Power is intoxicating. Not in the way people think.......loud, arrogant, reckless. No. Real power is quiet. Controlled. It sits in your hands like something delicate, something sharp… something that can build or destroy depending on how tightly you hold it. And this morning I held it perfectly. Or so I thought. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in my office, the city stretching endlessly beneath me. Cars moved like ants. People rushed through their lives, unaware of the decisions being made above them......decisions that could shift markets, break companies, ruin lives.

How could he not feel astonished? He fell silent for a moment before saying, “To my knowledge, the five strongest powerhouses in the world are Regicide Heofon’s Osiris, Sicut In Caelo’s Caelum, Nirvana Blest’s Bloodgod, one from Zeus Palace, and also Shiloh Shaw from the common world. As for who it is that abducted your wife, it’s hard to say.” Zayn’s eyes lit up upon hearing that and said, “There’s a super powerhouse in our world as well?

“Of course, the position as the Great Grandmaster. The power of being the leader of the ancient martial world is much greater than being the King of Sol. Although the King is the country's lord, he doesn’t have authority over the ancient martial artists. However, being the Great Grandmaster will give one the power to command all the martial artists in Sol. Wouldn’t it be easy to become the ruler of the world with countless martial artists under one’s command?” Thea laughed. “That simple? The ruler of the world? You’re overthinking it.” Maxine rolled her eyes at Thea and said, “You don’t understand the temptation of power. It’ll make one insane and possess one’s mind. Throughout the ages, cou

The ability to manipulate psionic energy allows the user to be able to do anything. This is not a metaphor or figure of speech. Someone with enough control and psionic power can warp reality to fit their needs, no matter how crazy their desires are. The greatest example is God/Goddess who theoretically has an infinite amount of control and psionic power thus granting him/her omnipotence.