Control Your Mind And Master Your Feelings Novels & Stories

“Most emotions are likened to the elements- water, air, fire and earth. Depending on the element you attach with the intensity of your emotions, there’s always something that is stronger than it. You.” I blinked, intrigued. “Me? How?” “Another element that is rarely discussed is the mind. The mind is an element of its own and can be manipulated or used for a specific purpose. In your case, your mind will be your weapon. Yours to shape into anything you want.” I nodded in understanding. “Okay.” “So, depending on what you feel, think of something stronger than it. Hold that image and contain your emotions with that.” “How will I know it’s working?”

“So let’s start.” I circled Aurora slowly, my voice steady. “Control begins here.” I touched my temple. “Not here.” I tapped her chest. “Your wolf will be louder under the full moon—louder, stronger, hungrier. If you listen with your heart, you’ll lose yourself. But if you master your mind…” My eyes locked onto hers. “…you master everything.” She swallowed, shifting her stance. “And if I can’t?” “Then you’ll hurt people you care about.” My words cut sharper than I intended, and she flinched. I clenched my fists, impatient. “Stop fidgeting. Close your eyes. Feel your wolf, don’t fight her.”

I didn’t notice the presence behind me until a male deep, soothing voice said, “You need to control your mind first, child. The power to feel and express lies in your mind. Open it up to all kinds of vibrations. Train it to be under your control completely.” “Master !” I bowed my head with folded hands as I saw the Ancient Master appear before me. “This is not the place to train. Come with me. I will show you the way,” he said in a gruff voice. “Yes Master !” I said. He led me to the Silver Bow Waterfalls and asked me to get into the river by the bank and hold my left leg above the right knee and balance myself while keeping my arms folded above my head and concentrate at the center of my fo

Low. Soft. Almost affectionate. My grip tightens on the door frame without me realizing it. Lazriel. Even without seeing him, I know. That voice has a shape now in my mind. A presence that never feels like it’s standing in one place. It feels like it’s inside the room itself. Inside everything. I exhale slowly through my nose. Control. That’s what I tell myself. Control first. Reaction later. I push the door open quietly. Just enough.

I just want to rip both of their heads from their body. Again, you're reacting how can you forget that you pledged yourself that you're not going to react to this. Just stop before anything happens. Yeah. I know. Whatsoever, how the hell I can't control what I'm feeling I need to take slow breaths just slow breaths and it will calm me.

“So okay, summary. Mad=Heat, Sad=Water, Scared=Orb, Curious=reading minds” “I guess, I need to learn how to control my emotions huh?” I said “Yup. You need to. You don’t need to train with me, you just have to be with me for the mean time so that I could make notes every time you feel something and powers comes in. Okay?” “Okay, like a bodyguard or something?” “Yes, something like that.”

It's a good thing she did not interrupt me. “You were too calm with him.” I told her bluntly. “I didn’t want to react.” She said in defense. “That’s a start, but not a strategy.” “What’s the difference?” She asked. I stepped closer to her, lowering my voice enough for it to stay between us. “Control.” I said. “You don’t just hold yourself together. You control what the other person feels.” She watched me carefully. “How do I do that?” “Conversation.” I replied. “And silence.”

I absolutely wouldn’t let these base impulses control my actions or dictate my night. Taking a deep, agonizing breath, I consciously suppressed the unnatural fire coursing through my veins, forcing my body to cool down through sheer force of will. My knuckles turned even more stark white as I gripped the porcelain sink harder, focusing every single ounce of my spiritual energy on regaining absolute control over my senses. I held my breath until the heavy heat finally began to recede, leaving me feeling grounded, cold, and in full self-control once again. I took a slow, steadying breath, splashing more of the cold water on my face to clear the final remnants of my racing thoughts.

he said simply, moving to stand a few feet in front of me, "because you cannot train something you cannot feel." I folded my arms loosely, watching him. He was unhurried in a way that did not feel like indifference, it felt deliberate, like every movement he made was already thought through. "Today we are not going to push anything," he said, "today, I want you to simply breathe." I frowned. "Breathe." "Yes," he said, unbothered by my tone, "because the first thing you need to understand is that your control does not start with power, it starts with your own body, and most people who struggle with this struggle because they skip that part entirely."

I looked up and saw all eyes on me, soaking in every word, I smiled and looked back at my notes, “After all these, Victor Ejiofor dropped a note, “Over the course of two months, I have studied the meditations of the stoics so as to achieve peace and perhaps unlock a single encompassing rule to mental development. I wouldn’t call myself a master but one rule was most emphasized, “As often as you can remind yourself of the things that you can control and the things you can’t, when you dedicate your mental power to the former, things might not necessarily get better but their effects would bother you a lot less. When this happens, you might find peace or some semblance of it.” I let out a breat