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he said. I held the book tighter, “Power like this isn’t stored in people for a reason,” I said, slowly opening the book. “It’s stored in inanimate vessels for a reason—books, stones, crystals—because they don’t have souls to corrupt.” I paused, saying through gritted teeth, “they don’t feel.” My heart pounded but I continued, “They don’t break under the weight of it.” Silence at first and then suddenly he understood. He already knew what I was going to do. He saw it in my face. Too late.

I stood in the middle of my apartment with the lights off and candles burning in a circle. Chalk symbols glowed on the floor from the old book I found in a dusty shop. My hands shook as I spoke the words. Bills piled up, my job sucked, and life kept kicking me down. I needed power. Real power. So I summoned him.

Powerlessness against power. — Look at yourself, he says softly. Look at the woman who thought she could defy a Tsar with a table knife. It's pathetic. The rage inside me explodes into silent sobs, violent spasms I can't contain. Hot tears stream down my cheeks, betraying my defeat, my shame, my absolute weakness. — Cry, he says, almost kindly. Cry for your stupidity. Cry for your bodyguard's death. Cry for your own powerlessness. It's the only thing you can do freely now.

A woman who had lost everything… her power, her leverage, her security. I let out a choked sob, clutching my arms as if I could physically hold myself together. It felt awful. It felt unbearable. The bitter taste of powerlessness settled on my tongue, and I hated it more than anything. It was like being a ragdoll, tossed around, stepped on, discarded when no longer of use. And I refused to live like this.

“But this is not about comfort. This is about control.” I leaned back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. “All my life,” I said slowly, “I thought being powerless meant being safe. Turns out being powerful is just as terrifying.” River let out a small laugh. “Welcome to the club.” I exhaled. “Fine,” I said finally. “I will read the book. Again. Properly.” Jane raised a brow. “Without skimming.” “Yes,” I groaned. “Without skimming.” “And no portals,” River added.

CHAPTER 1 Power, it was a term that is rather popular, everyone can relate to the need for power and at the same time everyone wanted it for him or herself, I was no different, and for me power had a means, right from the age of 12. You see I was a scrawny child from a really small town in New Jersey, growing up was especially hard since I had no parents, forgotten in an orphanage, aside that I wasn’t a cute kid that people came and awwned over and then decide they should adopt, I was ugly, there was no other adjective to use, I had a crocked nose, and even my teeth was scattered and it showed whenever I smiled, every time we were to line up for a prospective family, we were asked to smile a

"Update completed, your new power is known as mind control which means that you have the ability to make a living organism do whatever you want" "This is amazing" Kaikuh thought as she became excited and tried using her abilities. "What's going on? Why can't I control the beast" Kaikuh thought as she tried using the powers. A message then popped up saying, "Just like your mind reading abilities, you can't just start from the top, currently your at level on of this ability, which means you have to be in physical contact with the person before you would be able to activate mind control"

The most important thing was that this woman was very powerful and held a powerful force. Ordinary women wouldn't cause any big trouble no matter how hard they tried, but this woman was different. She had too much power in her hands, and it was just a split-second thing that she could even shake the world. Among all the people present, only five savages were still vacant. They sat on the ground, counting their feet. They could not feel any change in the atmosphere, and they didn’t know what despair was.

I continued to speak to myself until I settled upon the decision; that I would continue with the debate with myself later on and help Mary first. "What powers should she be given? Invisibility? Mind reading? Ughhh! I am gone crazy! Wait, the book!" I turned around to go back to my room and get the book for the guidance but then something stopped me. The book was already there, on the ground. 'It wasn't here before.' I thought to myself. Ignoring how it got there, I bent down and picked it up. Without wasting a further minute, I began turning over the pages until my sight landed on a heading saying, 'The Manipulation Powers.'

"My men... my men have the upper decks locked down. The Petrovs are waiting at the mouth of the bay." "The Petrovs are currently dealing with a dead king," I replied, pulling my hand away from his jaw and letting him slump against the console, his foot still pinned to the floor by my blade. I sprinted toward the iron column, my fingers frantically working the heavy padlock on Silas’s chains using a tension wrench I had pulled from my medical case. The lock clicked open with a heavy metallic sound, and Silas tumbled forward into my arms, his massive frame shivering from blood loss and exhaustion.