Avenger Power Novels & Stories

Ravan: Greek god like body and sharp facial features , anybody would mistake him for being a super model however he is a killing machine, he is ruthless, brutal, cold and heartless who shows no mercy on his prey, he makes them suffer before killing them in deadliest way possible, Ravan Works for the only mafia in India Shabbir Shaikh, who solely owns whole underworld of India, Ravan runs every illegal bushiness of shabbir from extortion, Drugs smuggling, human trafficking , international smuggling to even KILLING , Every gangster wets their pants just hearing Ravan’s name, Every politician is under his command, police fears to even lodge an complaints against him, Media avoid every news rel

"Maybe less. I'll make him love me. I'll make him break his mating. And then I'll watch him lose everything." The photo didn't answer. Marcus was gone, beyond reach, beyond saving. But Sera could still avenge him. Could still make his death mean something. Even if it meant becoming a monster herself. At six PM, Sera made her way down to the staff dining room, following the sounds of conversation and the smell of food.

It rapidly, violently metabolized the synthetic poison, absorbing the chemical heat and instantly weaponizing it. The aphrodisiac didn't degrade me; it converted the feral energy entirely into pure, explosive, apocalyptic aggression. My pupils dilated violently, swallowing the silver of my irises until my eyes were pitch black, rimmed with a terrifying, glowing gold. I gripped the edge of the mahogany table. The thick, ancient wood literally groaned and splintered under the sheer, crushing force of my unnatural strength. I glared across the table at Vespera, a terrifying, suffocatingly dominant Alpha power rising within me—a power so immense and bloodthirsty that the Vanguard council hall ha

This was Tank. He was massive—a seven-foot-tall juggernaut of heavy power armor, painted in industrial yellow and black hazard stripes. One arm was a standard manipulator; the other ended in a rotary minigun barrel. Despite the terrifying appearance, his voice was young, warm, and sounded like he was smiling. Ren walked over to the table. His avatar, Wraith, was less flashy—a ghillie suit made of optical-camo fabric and a long-range rifle slung over his shoulder.

I pushed, trying to get him to show whatever power he thinks he has that gave him the audacity to say he’s immune to my power. There was only one person in this world immune to my power and that person isn’t even my son; it’s Octavia Adler. Any other person that isn’t her bow to my power regardless of how fucking strong they think they are, they would never be a match for me. “Why? Does my power frighten you now?” I questioned, knowing fully well that his tongue was too twisted for him to make out any words. His pupils rolled so far back that they disappeared into his head, his frail old body shook, convulsing violently as he forced his hand to his neck as if trying to get a hold of the forc

"Victor is an ancient werewolf, and he has powers beyond our wildest imagination." Emilia's heart was racing, and she felt a sense of trepidation rising up inside of her. "What kind of powers?" Emilia asked. Ava hesitated, unsure of how to explain. "Victor has the power to control the minds of others," Ava said. "He can make them do his bidding, without them even realizing it." Emilia's eyes widened in horror, and she felt a sense of fear rising up inside of her. "That's terrifying," Emilia said.

“Yes and no. If you don’t know that you have them, then it wouldn’t come naturally. Take Alpha Tiernan of the Hallowed Manes pack in the Human Realm. His demigod status passes along the line of the first born son. He knew he was a demigod from birth, so he knew that he had these powers. He didn’t gain control of them until the battle they had with Scàthach in Annwn to save those 13 children she had kidnapped and was going to sacrifice.” “So what about me? What are my powers?” “Well, you’ve already unlocked them. Remember the water flooding the territory and sweeping out the rogues? You can control water from anywhere, distance doesn’t matter. You can call all sources of water, including from

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

Ingvar looks me in the eye, and I chuckle, knowing from the outside Raven doesn’t look like much, but looks are often deceiving. “Raven is capable of more. She has the power to kill hundreds of thousands without effort. Try to remember, she made all your men lay down their guns with zero effort, imagine what she can do when she’s angry. I’m sure Dagon told you about the battle on the edge of my pack lands not long ago, Raven killed hundreds of vampires without even touching them,” I look him in the eye, his government sent him here because they know Raven is capable of being dangerous.

She had heard about his father before, so if he had learnt from his father, why wasn’t he recruited by her father? She shrugged. Her father did things his own way. VVVVV “So you just turn the canister like this” Takashi showed her. And the thing was actually making a small beeping noise. She refused to be impressed. “Then wait three seconds before you throw it” and he did that, and a gas cloud filled the area he threw it to. “What does it do?” “It stuns your opponent for a while. Temporary blindness just like multiple camera flashes”. “Okay, but I’ll still choose brass knuckles over this any day”.