Absolute Power Novels & Stories

But by remaining silent, those around him leave him alone in his little martyrdom. “You know, sometimes you hear about situations where someone in power forces his subordinates to do things they don't want to do by various forms of pressure” said Mońka and took a drag on his cigarette. “I don't consider these people to be weak but... powerless. Powerlessness is not that person's weakness, it's the community that doesn't give them support by taking the weapons out of their hands. You know what I mean?”

"I would be dishonest if I pretended otherwise. The power I'm describing could end tomorrow's confrontation without risking a single life. Refusing it means trusting entirely in whatever genuine connection and strength you've built these past months, understanding that trust alone might not prove sufficient against considerable, gathering force." I considered the choice properly, working through everything we had discovered these past weeks, Wren's tragic sacrifice, Selene's own devastating fear, the First Witch's centuries of exhausting, ultimately unsuccessful control. I thought of Vesper, the unnamed descendant who had apparently attempted something before me and failed, and wondered, wit

A voice that was only raised to match the crescendo of a demanding choir. And yet, it held command. Behind it was a reality that everything bowed in its wake. An authority that all obeyed not because they wanted to, but because they didn’t possess the power not to. The power it came with wasn’t the kind that was given. It was the kind that was taken.

He queries. "How does it feel to have so much power and authority? I mean, it's like you people practically rule the nation." I implore. "Superiority complex. Freedom. Power. And authority. Such is a life that everyone dreams of, but only a few have the opportunity to live it." He explains with so much contentment in his stern tone. Yeah! Heartless monsters like you who don't value even the lives of others. What's even the importance of such wealth?

Power creates division. I lifted my hand slightly. Silver light spread from my fingertips and flowed into the damaged structures around us. Not aggressively. Not forcefully. But gently. The throne authority responded to my intention. Broken pillars reconstructed themselves. Cracked walls sealed. Burned ground regenerated slowly. The restoration was not perfect but it stabilized the territory. Gasps spread among the observers. The uncle watched carefully. “You are using power for repair instead of destruction.” I replied calmly. “If I want people to trust authority” “They must see it to protect , not dominate.”

" He glanced at me but the pain remained. I didn't speak so he continued. "The Title of Supremacy, can and would only be given to the Alpha or King, who proved to be the strongest, wisest, and most powerful. This distorted the peace that many enjoyed, leading to the unscrupulous hunger for power and dominion in the underworld. The title of supremacy carries a great level of power and authority among all the races."

“What do you mean?” “You could have taken anything,” I said. “Money. Property. Businesses. You didn’t need… this.” “Didn’t I?” He stood and walked toward the windows, hands clasped behind his back. The estate grounds stretched endlessly beyond the glass, dark and quiet under the night sky. “People assume power is about accumulation,” he said. “It’s not. It’s about leverage.” He turned back to me. “You are leverage.” I stiffened. “Against who?”

"Tell me…what do you think power is?" Elena considered. "Strength? The ability to enforce your will?" "Common misconception." Morgan handed her a cup. "Power is the ability to shape reality. Physical strength is just one tool. True power comes from understanding forces beyond the physical." "Like?" "Economics. Information. Perception. Fear. Love." Morgan's smile was sharp. "A goddess-born who masters only physical strength wastes their potential. We're meant to influence the world on every level." "Is that why you built this place? Not just sanctuary but a power base?"

Lady Macbeth watched in horror as her stolen power was transformed into something that helped instead of harmed. "You're wasting it! That much energy could reshape the supernatural world! Could give you absolute authority!" "We don't want authority," I said. "We want justice. There's a difference." "Naive child. Justice is just another word for the strong deciding what the weak deserve." "Then I guess we have different definitions." I felt Dad's approval through our connection. Pride that I'd chosen principles over power. That I'd become someone who healed instead of destroyed. The power continued flowing between us. Still enormous. Still dangerous. But controlled now. Directed by shared pur