Cullens Powers Novels & Stories

"How powerful are the two human cultivators?" Hagin bowed. "Emperor Ramos, the two human cultivators are extremely powerful. Even Commander Miller was no match for them. That guy, Wilbur Penn, can even wield middle-dimensional powers. I think our plan to keep the eighth dragon cauldron in the underwater city might fail." "Oh, really?" Emperor Ramos looked calm. "Wilbur Penn really does have the protection of the middle dimension elites. It seems like Senior Fremont was right." "What? Senior Fremont's mentioned him before?"

"When Cullen's father and his men tracked him down they cornered him in an abandoned barn. They fully intended to burn it down around him. However, Cullen is quite clever and naturally was one step ahead of them. They didn't run him there and ambush him. No, he had been there the entire time. Cullen had managed to steal away with his younger sister. With all the commotion she had not been missed. The unspeakable ways in which he tortured her... it is unfathomable to believe any creature could do such things to their worste enemies. Let alone to do these things to their own families. Unhindered the deranged Cullen had defiled his sister several times. He had tortured her relentlessly for hour

Heart did not see it because she was busy bowing at him. When Cullen arrived at his office, he was alone there. There was no meeting at all. He played online games in his mini gaming room, being seated on his gaming chair to greet his fans but after one game, he felt so bored. He threw his wireless mouse and stood up. “Maybe I can play with that Reina employee. I want to bully her.” Cullen smirked. He then called his grandfather’s assistant and acted that he wanted a tour again in the whole department store. He asked that assistant to call Heart.

"I told you to stop hanging out in public libraries just to listen to young girls fangirl over your kind." Yzmael chuckled. "Why? Scared we're beating your kind in the most desired monster category? " His grin widened as if he's so proud about what he was saying. "I hate to break it to you but we got the Cullens representing us. Who do you got, hmm?" "Fucker," I hissed.

I want to know but at the moment, I am running out of time. “We should call the Queen,” someone murmurs fearfully, and others nod. Fuck what if they call the Queen, which will be… Clyde’s mother, the former queen. ‘Ruelle, we are screwed,’ I whisper even though I know no one will hear my voice. ‘No.’ There’s an unusual determination in her tone. ‘But–’ Ruelle cuts me off as she prowls toward Zenith and I can see her eyes flash red momentarily. I still don’t understand her powers… our powers, so all I can do is wait and watch. However, before the show could even begin, there was a thundering roar.

In the very essence of what I was. And they were furious. The Cull had been designed to exterminate their legacy. To wipe out everything they had built. Everything they had sacrificed for. They would not allow it. Through me, they rose. Hundreds of voices. Thousands. All speaking as one. I became a conduit for ancestral power that made the Council's magic look like children playing with matches. The pain stopped. Just gone. Like someone had flipped a switch. I opened my eyes. Found myself standing when I should have been dying. Glowing with light that was not quite gold. Not quite silver. Something in between. Something pure.

Before Caomh could even turn around, Cullen was standing there. He didn't wear a shirt. His broad, heavily muscled chest was covered in dark earth and a light sheen of sweat. Cullen didn't say a single word. He simply unleashed his aura. It didn't just counter Caomh's power; it completely obliterated it. The freezing, sharp scent of pine and winter ice exploded across the clearing. The temperature seemed to drop ten degrees in a single second. The sheer, overwhelming dominance rolling off Cullen was so heavy it made the surrounding neutral guards drop to one knee in involuntary submission.

And he was right, if he'd wanted her dead, breaking into a wrecked apartment wouldn't be complicated. She opened the door. The man standing in her hallway looked like he'd stepped out of a corporate warfare documentary. Tall, with dark hair silvered at the temples. His suit probably cost more than her entire wardrobe. Everything about him screamed power, control, and absolutely zero tolerance for weakness. He looked at her destroyed apartment without an ounce of surprise, then those eyes settled on her. "Victor Hale." He didn't offer his hand. "We need to talk." "About what? How you know where I live? How you know about the files?" Nina kept the table leg raised between them.

"Alpha Cullen is so generous!" "Juliet, you'd better thank him!" "Five hundred grand! That's enough to live on for years!" Cullen crossed his arms, his eyes full of arrogance. "Give up on this foolish pipe dream of 'independent research.' Must you look so pathetic? Like a common rogue?" I stared at the contract, the memory of my past life hitting me like a physical blow. I had a gift for healing then, too. I'd brewed potions to strengthen his warriors, mended their wounds after countless battles.

Then once again, he claws at my matching panties and I am completely naked in front of him. This feels much more different than when Kaden held me captive. In front of Kaden I was naked and he barely grazed me. Cullen is stripping me bare in more ways than one. It’s creepy and terrifying. I could fight Kaden and right now, I’m helpless with Cullen. He planned this out well and I’m not sure how I’m going to get out of this situation.