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I was the only one on this stretch of beach, and yet it was impossible. I didn’t have magic. My entire life I’ve been powerless. Powerless in the face of Lucille’s wrath. Powerless against Kimberly and her vicious moods. Powerless against everyone who had ever done me harm. Nova’s voice softened. Even with my mind addled, I couldn’t stand the heavy notes of sympathy winding themselves around her vocal cords.

I had seen this before, a manifestation of my power that I had been unaware of. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation of the red glow. I tried to imagine it expanding, growing stronger. I wanted to feel the power within me, to understand its capabilities. The memory of the incident with the rogues flashed through my mind. It was then that my power had activated, protecting me from harm. I had been unaware of its existence, its presence a hidden force that had shielded me from danger. Now, with the knowledge from the book, I realized the full extent of my power. Now that I understood my ability, I felt a surge of excitement and fear. The power within me was immense, a force that could b

Jolene flips through the pages and shows her where it reads that the queen gets her powers by not asking for permission. Tonya gasps, “That's Just wrong!” Jolene agrees, “Yes, and I bet you no one thought about how to defeat her because sometimes we don’t think of the simplest things!” Tonya still doesn’t believe her, but she’s invested at this point, “Pray tell how do we defeat the queen?” Jolene repeats Apollo, “If she is this powerful by taking advantage of the energies and not asking for permission. What will happen when we ask for permission and we ask those same energies to help us defeat her?”

he demanded. “That’s the thing about white oak,” Nyx said pleasantly. “It doesn’t announce itself. Doesn’t give warnings. It just works. Quietly. Steadily. Until one day you reach for your power and find nothing there.” She tilted her head. “Could take days. Could take weeks. But it will happen, Evander. Every dark spell, every corrupt ritual, every piece of yourself you traded for power, all of it, gone.” “There has to be a counter...”

When everything she owes is taken away from her because she’s weak and doesn’t have enough power to strike? Read in the next chapter.

“And neither of us will survive if you let doubt take hold.” Eva swallowed hard, her eyes scanning the now-still shadows, her mind racing with questions, possibilities, and the heavy realization that her power was not just a gift it was a reckoning, a force that could consume everything, or protect everything, depending on her strength and control. The bond thrummed, a living pulse connecting them, warning them, guiding them. And Eva knew, with the certainty of fire and shadow intertwined, that the true trials, the hidden enemies, and the ultimate reckoning were only just beginning.

I felt so trapped and exposed. MidnightMVP: I’m sorry. That weight is heavy. You’re stronger than this mess though. One breath at a time. I’m always on your side. Send the pic. I’ll roast it with you. I sent it quickly. MidnightMVP: Okay, he pulls off broody well. But damn, you two have real spark. Tension jumping off the screen? LensCrusher: Tension? More like I want to shove him away. But talking to you… it stops the tears every time. Thanks for getting me without judgment.

He never forces me to work, but I can’t help feeling that the others in the house might know what we’re doing, and that embarrasses me. A while later, I was in the library of this house. I inhaled deeply as I looked at the towering stacks of books, most of them about dark power, curses, and forces capable of binding fate itself. I thought about Kairos, about the immense power he possessed, and the weight that came with it. Back then, they had managed to defeat their enemies, but the victory came with a curse. “No one ever talks about my own power,” I whispered, staring down at my hands.

She sat there for what felt like hours, too shocked to cry, too terrified to move. What was she supposed to do now? Call the police? And tell them what? That she'd found financial irregularities and now someone was threatening her? They'd think she was paranoid. Crazy even. Maybe she was crazy. Maybe she should just walk away. Sell the shares. Disappear. Forget any of this ever happened. You're stronger than you believe, Thomas had written. But was she? Strong enough for this? Strong enough to fight people who could destroy her apartment, hack her computer, watch her through her window?

Chandra gave her a hard look but not for long because the troops to Maniteek were getting closer. "For a woman who can try to burn her husband alive and can tear his muscles in tatters with her bare nails, you are a very weak woman, very....very weak."he tusked with an expression so grim on his face that Devika was forced to believe that he pitied her. She forgot why why she was fighting. Loosing herself in those stormy eyes that held nothing but sympathy for her, in those same eyes she tried to find the moto of her life? The reason of her living.