Deku's Full Power Novels & Stories

He leaped to the sky and slashed down at Debbie. The sounds of a storm appeared, and the unstoppable power overwhelmed Debbie. Debbie screamed maniacally. She wielded the Death Scythe to battle him. A loud explosion could be heard. Debbie was smashed into the floor. Then, another explosion could be heard. The ground sank with Debbie as the epicenter. She looked very shocked. Wilbur lunged toward the statue of the Dark Underlord. He realized something after the analysis result from his Second Consciousness. He knew that her power source came from the Dark Underlord statue. He could only defeat Debbie if he destroyed the statue.

He looked away while gritting his teeth. "Damn it!"He cursed at himself for not being strong enough. "No more playing," Deo added angrily. Then he gathered his dark power in his right hand. Suddenly, a small ball of pure dark magic appeared in his hand with a little spark surrounding it. Max could feel that it was powerful. Surely, if he was hit by it, he will be disintegrated. He took a deep breath and accepted his fate because he had no energy to block it anymore. He closed his eyes and waited for Deo to release it and blast it at him.

“That I must be married for at least three consecutive months to gain any rights to contest the power structure. If not, it all goes to them permanently.” I stared at him. “So… I’m your key to taking back what’s yours.” “Yes.” My mind reeled. “But why me? You could’ve picked anyone. Someone from your world.” His eyes darkened. “The reason I chose you doesn’t concern you.” I froze at his curt response. Threading lightly, I asked, “And what’s your stepmother like?” “She hates weakness. She hates anything she can’t manipulate. And you… well, she obviously has nothing on you.”

Xatia widened her eyes. Truett said, “He isn’t in the Quasi Daelcon Rank. He’s a powerhouse in the Daelcon Rank.” “Isn’t Master at the peak of the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Eighth Tribulation?” Adair asked, “How did he suddenly become a powerhouse in the Daelcon Rank?”

Is this how your parents taught you? Each word from Alexander indicated his dissatisfaction with me. However, I couldn't help but focus on his initial sentence, "Whoever is the strongest has the right of speech." It flashed back and forth in my mind so much that I couldn't help but ask again, "Father, are you implying that whoever is the most powerful in this family is the one who calls the shots?" Alexander and Oliver exchanged a smile upon hearing my query. "Of course. The family motto of the Kingsleys is to subdue others with force! Men are the symbol of strength!"

I held my breath, praying silently for their success, knowing that our future depended on this moment of unity. "You can do this," I murmured, kneeling before Drake. River and Chase closed their eyes, channeling their power into him, their faces taut with concentration. "Don't! You'll die," Drake said through gritted teeth, trying to resist the overwhelming power his brothers were pouring into him. He was the strongest, and they knew he needed their combined strength. Zeus's form flickered, dematerializing into a black fog before reforming with renewed vengeance. His roars echoed through the night, a chorus of defiance and despair.

Finally, in a final display of combined strength and unwavering resolve, Edna, Marcus, and Derek delivered a devastating blow. Edna's silver sword cleaved through the creature's armored hide, severing its connection to the wellspring of darkness that fueled its existence. Marcus, with a thunderous roar, sunk his fangs deep into the creature's flesh, injecting his potent venom that coursed through its veins, paralyzing it with excruciating pain. Derek, his eyes blazing with ethereal fire, unleashed a cataclysmic surge of shadow energy that consumed the weakened foe, rending its very essence apart.

"You're talking about using the exact same energy that's currently dissolving his internal organs to fix him. That sounds insane, Elara. It sounds like suicide." She didn't blink. Instead, she offered a slow, deliberate nod, her weathered hands coming to rest flat against the mahogany desk's polished surface. The gesture carried a finality that made my stomach drop. "Yes, it is possible, Zane. Daekan's power isn't inherently meant for evil. He isn't some mindless demon that crawled from a dark pit with slaughter as his only purpose." She paused, letting her words settle over me like a heavy blanket. "Daekan is an entity meant to be controlled by whomever he awakens into. Right now, whether y

"I must channel every ounce of this power, every inch of my being, into ending Devin's reign of darkness." "Thank you, Moon Goddess, for this gift," Zeke silently expressed his gratitude. "I will honor your trust and wield this power with purpose. My time is limited, but I will not falter. This battle shall be the turning point, the culmination of all my strength and sacrifice." His eyes blazed with an otherworldly fire as he set his sights on Devin, the embodiment of malevolence before him. The borrowed power fueled his determination, pushing him to transcend his limits and become a force that would eclipse even the darkest of shadows.

she screamed as Kariya stomped his foot and began grinding his foot on her fingers. “A girl with the power of every element and yet not enough power save the world, useless.” Said Kariya then he kicked Sekora’s hand of the mountain. “Sekora!” screamed Dejon as she watched in horror as Sekora fell. Dejon stepped forward drawing her sword and prepared for battle. Kariya looked. He saw Dejon and smiled. “You see that I have all the power and yet you still intend on fighting me.” “Shut up and fight!” exclaimed Dejon. Then she charged at Kariya sword drawn.