Control Your Mind And Master Your Feelings Novels & Stories

“Are you sure you want to do this today? I was pretty wild yesterday.” I stepped closer and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. “I am sure. Yesterday you used emotion. Today we work on control. You need to be able to call the light when you are calm, not just when you are angry or scared. Ready?” He nodded, rolling his shoulders. “Ready. Tell me what to do.”

“Yes, you are.” “I can’t just—turn it off!” “No,” he said, voice sharper now. “But you can stop feeding it.” I shook my head. “I don’t even know how it works!” “Then listen.” His voice dropped. Not loud. But commanding. Grounding. “Your power reacts to emotion,” he said. “Fear. Anger. Panic.” “That’s basically everything I feel right now!” “Then narrow it.” “How?” “Focus.” “On what?” His eyes held mine.

“The weapons we bought at the Black Market — they’ll help, but they’re not what will save you. The most powerful weapon anyone can have is control. You must retain control over your desires, their fears, your thoughts, your actions, and even your emotions.” His thumb brushed over my knuckles as he spoke, his gaze never leaving mine. “You’re about to face a trial that will test every part of you. The Void feeds on impulse. It will twist hunger into weakness. If you go in with your mind clouded, it will sense it. It will use it.” A shiver ran down my spine. “So you’re saying I need to shut it all down?” He sighed. “Not shut it down. Master it. Feel everything but don’t be too thirsty for anyth

“To me, I already have the strength above everything else. Everything and everyone must surrender to me and be controlled in my hands." Feelings are just a redundant accessory. In my eyes, those who want to fall in love are just naïve and stupid.” “…” Anna was momentarily speechless.

She asks as her eyes grow as wide as saucers. “Yes, and I’m sure you can feel mine.” She shakes her head no. “Close your eyes. Focus on what you are feeling right now.” “Okay…” she says, closing her eyes and calming her breathing. “No, when you have your emotions controlled, I want you to feel around in my mind. Have your wolf help you.”

" She relaxed and moved her hips, slowly grinding into me before bouncing on top of me. I held her hips or ass, occasionally my hands would travel up her stomach, feeling the soft yet hardness of it. She was a moaning mess when she fucked herself on me, riding me like I was a horse. Her head was leaned back, her hips stuttered, and she was struggling to breathe. "Breathe with me princess." I sat up and circled my arms around her waist. She panted and rested her head on my shoulder. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders as she kept moving, breathing as I did. I felt in tune, I felt in control and it was making me throb. She cried out as played with her clit, rubbing rough tight circles.

The word leaves my lips in a low whisper, swallowed by the water. I inhale slowly, forcing my body to relax, forcing my mind to empty. This is why I do this. Control isn’t something I lose. It’s something I reclaim. The water becomes my focus… the heat, the rhythm, the sensation washing everything away. His voice fades, his face blurs, and the tension loosens, piece by piece. By the time I step out, wrapping a towel around my body, I feel it again. That familiar stillness, that power, that control.

The silence was suffocating, but I had learned how to breathe through it. The lessons Kelvin had given me weren’t just about fighting or surviving physical attacks—they were about controlling my mind. How to push past the panic that crept up when fear clawed at my chest. How to focus when everything in me screamed to break. He had told me once, “The mind is the first weapon you have. Control it, and everything else follows.”

The word leaves my lips in a low whisper, swallowed by the water. I inhale slowly, forcing my body to relax, forcing my mind to empty. This is why I do this. Control isn’t something I lose. It’s something I reclaim. The water becomes my focus… the heat, the rhythm, the sensation washing everything away. His voice fades, his face blurs, and the tension loosens, piece by piece. By the time I step out, wrapping a towel around my body, I feel it again. That familiar stillness, that power, that control.

" Don't you see how beautiful this place is? This is my home now, Mia... " I can still recall her beautiful smile and improved complexion. It felt too good to be true. " You are right, Angelina... But I just can't stop feeling guilty. " " I can understand... But just like you said, " it's a feeling " and since you can control it... Would you allow it gain an edge over you? Would you let it control you when it's meant to be the other way around? " " Um... I am the master. " " That's the spirit, girl! You are meant to be in control of your feelings and emotions and not the other way around, Kay? "