Absolute Power Novels & Stories

“Defiance dressed as virtue. You speak well, girl, but words do not change lineage. You are still—” Alpha Bernard’s chuckle cut him off, smooth as oil on water. “Perhaps we should temper our judgments. Power is a tool. In the wrong hands, destructive. In the right, invaluable.” His gaze slid to Maxwell, then back to me. “The question is not whether she has it, but whether it can be… guided.” Guided. Controlled. Owned. His smile told me exactly where his thoughts lay.

"They'd have refused. So I removed refusal as option. For the greater good." "You sound like Victor Kane. Like every autocrat who justifies control by claiming it serves the collective." "Victor Kane builds political empires. I build scientific knowledge. Very different motivations." "Same outcome. Power over people who can't resist. Justified by claiming it's for their benefit."

No one could see how he appeared, as if he were teleporting. At this time, he was obviously stronger than usual. He exuded a strong power from head to toe, as if he could easily destroy the city. "Your Majesty, this guy's words are rude. He doesn't take you seriously at all." "Anyone who provokes the Emperor's authority will have no choice but to die. I implore the Emperor to show us the power." "I would like to request the Emperor to make a move and establish the imperial authority." "I would like to request the Emperor to make a move and establish the imperial authority."

“That I must be married for at least three consecutive months to gain any rights to contest the power structure. If not, it all goes to them permanently.” I stared at him. “So… I’m your key to taking back what’s yours.” “Yes.” My mind reeled. “But why me? You could’ve picked anyone. Someone from your world.” His eyes darkened. “The reason I chose you doesn’t concern you.” I froze at his curt response. Threading lightly, I asked, “And what’s your stepmother like?” “She hates weakness. She hates anything she can’t manipulate. And you… well, she obviously has nothing on you.”

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t hide her thoughts from him. “My uncle is old,” she said softly. “His heart isn’t good, and he won’t survive two and a half years in prison. I only applied for bail so he could get better medical care. All his resources have already been cut off by you. Henry’s in jail too. He can’t threaten the Grand Empire anymore. So what more do you have to worry about?” That’s what absolute power was—the ability to decide someone else’s fate with a single word. And those begging for mercy could only dream of peace in a small corner of the world.

“Our Divine Constabulary is already the top department in the entire country, and is already at the top of the world. In terms of power and status, it’s above ordinary departments. Is this still called affecting his development?” After speaking, he was surprised as though he had just realized that the person in front of him was Martiny. For an instant, he had an interesting expression. Martiny wasn’t angry when she said, “The Divine Constabulary is not the true core of authority and power. Also, so what if Alex becomes absolute head of the country? The power of a mortal is nothing in the face of absolute strength!” Geronimo wasn’t convinced. “Can an individual’s strength be compared to the s

She was asking me to think before I moved. I looked back at Marcus. The anger in my chest was cold and specific. This was the other type, the type that was the result of knowing how precisely an error had been committed and what it had cost. "The First Power," I said. "You called it that." "That is what the texts name it," Marcus said. "It is imprecise. The older accounts contradict each other on what it does and what it is. But they are all in agreement on the most important point, that it is not controllable in the sense that the Royal power is controllable."

"Yield now, or watch all burn as demonstration of the cost of defying natural order by those who are too weak to understand that power must be respected." The countdown to destruction that would consume innocent civilians as much as military personnel, Kael's desperation having led him beyond rational political calculation into demonstration of enhanced power that would reassert his mastery through fear or annihilate all that he claimed to rule rather than submitting to constitutional handover of powers to the omega hierarchy that challenged his sullied vision of pure domination.

The author replied calmly, his voice firm and assured, "I am already ruling the world in ways that transcend power and control." Xavier couldn't stop laughing at the author's allegation, insulting him even more. "Are you some kind of president, or a secret mafia boss?" The crewmen joined in the laughs, amused by Xavier's and the enigmatic author's banter. Unaffected by their mistrust, the author declared confidently, "I am far above such mundane positions. I rule by wielding power over people's hearts and minds. True power is found in molding ideas and emotions, not in dominating regions."