Dangerous Quirk Ideas Novels & Stories

Vaguely, the driver in the front seat said hesitantly, “Are you sure this is okay, Mr. Soros? That container is really hard to break, and you asked me to change the key. Someone might die.” There was a soft chuckle, lost amidst the wind. However, he heard the words that followed clearly. “So what if someone dies? Is it illegal to accidentally give them the wrong key? John Denham is the one engaging in such perverted games. He should be the one to worry.” The driver did not dare to say anything else, but his hand shook on the steering wheel. “She won’t die. If they really want to save her, they just have to hit it hard enough and it’ll break. It’ll just scare her a bit.”

He singlehandedly destroyed almost half of them, making sure they were all wiped out. That was how dangerous and deadly he could be whenever he was this furious. He has a special ability—a really lethal one that caused a lot of death while he was growing up. I know he might have been so calm recently, but this man here was once a beast that even his parents were scared of. His presence brought panic and tension, and people would find an excuse to leave. Even though he had changed after the same outraged powers almost made him kill his mother, everyone knew it was still in him and tread carefully.

"How dangerous?" "The kind that could tear through a pack if she wanted to. The kind that our elders warned us about. They are not like us, Richard. Their power works differently. It is in their blood. In their bones. And if she does not know what she is yet then she is even more dangerous because she won't know how to control it." I thought about Dora. Quiet. Shy. Nervous. She did not seem dangerous. She seemed harmless. But the best weapons always looked harmless until they were not. "What happens if she finds out what she is?"

Inside was a second glass chamber— dark, reinforced, lined with heavy restraints and glowing circuitry. A shape sat inside, slouched. Shackled by wrists, ankles, and throat. Lena’s heart slammed against her ribs. “What… is that?” Kass’s eyes sparkled with pride. “A Purge prototype. Failed… until today.” Lena shook her head in horror. “No. No—what did you DO?” Kass tilted her head. “We couldn’t control the prototype’s purge instability. Every time it awakened, it destroyed itself.”

Too bad for them, I actually did spit fire. "Fine, but I think you should scrap Everhart from your mind. Find another target." Desiree's voice cut through my musings, jarring me back to the opulent ballroom. "What! I can't do that!" She stared at me, mouth agape, eyes wide. The look, strangely enough, reminded me of the hamster my father accidentally squeezed to death. And I use the term accidentally loosely. I jolted, shaking my head to dispel the unwelcome memory. I sighed, meeting Desiree's dramatic gaze. She always had a flair for the theatrical, but she wouldn't say no unless it was a genuinely bad idea. "Why? Give me one good reason, and I won't contact him."

She has an idea that just might save the day, but it will be a difficult and dangerous task. Nora's idea is risky, but she believes that it is their only hope. She proposes that they steal the research from the pharmaceutical company. This would be incredibly dangerous, and it could land them all in prison. But if they succeed, it could mean the difference between life and death for countless people. They debate the idea for a long time, and they know that they have to make a decision soon. Finally, they decide to take the risk.

Something complicated. And possibly Something dangerous.

“Aiden thinks its a human realm.” Nick almost fell on his chair. “Whoa. Whoa, wait. Quillon is going back and forth, travelling to a world of humans and we won’t think of it as danger?” he hissed and snapped his head to Aiden. “Aiden, the possibilities of our kind to be known by human cannot happen.” “No one in this room is voting for that to happen, Nick.” Aiden answered in a dry tone. “But Quillon! We can’t tell if he happened to encounter an accident where he loses control of his wolf or even his powers! That’s dangerous for him, for us and for the humans in that world!”

"You mean you're there? While I was in my past?" "Yep" "I am the one who made that for you." "That's to keep your soul healthy and to make you remember who you really are." "Why do you have to do that?" "You will be reborn Damian, the world you know is not the world you're about to face. Souls are important to contain powers. I think they call it quarks." "Quarks?" "Yes, these quarks, are strange quarks that are combined with your normal quarks. They are called necros. The more necros you have, the stronger you will be."

she murmured. “I’m not going to sit here and profess to be a fucking angel, but I’ve never hurt a woman or a child. More than I can say for half the fucking guys who come here. Maybe I have a twisted definition of worse, but I’d say those things constitute a fucking warning.” Scraping his fingers across his shaven scalp, he let out a sharp exhale. “On the list of dangerous people here, I can name at least fifty who are more psychotic than I am.” “I’m not standing here alone with any of them though, am I?”