Does Emma Frost Have Telekinesis Novels & Stories

Alexander's father said, with his signature smirk. 'He remembers my face...I am gone...done.. finished.' I thought, closing my eyes at my stupidity. I should've listened to Azrael. "About that, I...I can explain it." I said, not knowing what else to say when both Alexander and his mother Rosaline were looking at me with that confused suspicious gaze. It was the incident from around 20 days back. On the day of the transformation, I learned that I can also teleport from one place to another if I concentrate hard, and that's exactly what I had been doing these past days.

And Alpha Tormund, a huge man with a booming laugh. They asked their questions. When was I born? Where was I found? What did I remember from before? I answered honestly. Told them about Silvermist, about my life there. About the locket Matthias had given me and how my brothers found me. "And your powers?" Alpha Renna asked. "What abilities have manifested?" I glanced at Theron who nodded encouragement. "Telekinesis," I said. "And flame manipulation. Some light magic as well." "Can you demonstrate?" Alpha Tormund asked but he didn't sound skeptical, just curious.

“And he wanted to keep you safe.” I hesitated before asking, “Can you make a fist of ice too? Or was that just the water freezing around me?” “No, I can’t,” she said, shaking her head. “Each of us is gifted in a different way, but not like that.” “What is your gift?” I pressed. “I have the ability to calm people, to cool their emotions,” she explained with a small smirk. “Although, I must say, it never worked on you or your brother. Your father, on the other hand, appreciated it—especially in high-tension situations.”

I clenched my fists, thinking about Rolf touching her. “Okay.” Drake nodded. “Maybe you will be able to talk to Eliza even with silver touching your skin once Logan marks you.” “You think that I really talked to her?” Emma asked, surprised. “Probably.” I sighed. “You are powerful, love. You are a very special wolf. It would make sense if you could do something like that.” Emma looked at me wide-eyed. I gave her a small smile. “I am proud of you, baby.” Logan mumbled, kissing her temple.

“What are you going to do?” Emma asked her new friend. “I’m going to perform that can get us all out of here.” “But you don’t have your powers.” “True, but I can siphon from other elements. It may not be as strong as my natural power and may not give the best results but I’m quite sure it can get me out of here.” “Are you saying that you can siphon power from a pregnant woman?”

Leesa described the two incidents, admitting she could not be absolutely certain either of them had actually happened the way they seemed, but that she believed they did, especially the wastebasket. “Fascinating,” Dr. Clerval said when she was finished. “Telekinesis. The ability to move objects with one’s mind. Once again, that’s not a vampire power, so I think we can rule out it being caused by Stefan’s bite. You appear to be an extraordinarily gifted girl, Leesa.” Gifted? More like cursed, Leesa thought. “Maybe if I had an ounce of control over either thing I might agree with you,” she said. “The way things are right now, I don’t feel very gifted.”

"We'll get you a charm to protect you from her witchcraft." My friends laughed, but Emma and I didn't. The tension was palpable. It became even more uncomfortable when I locked eyes with Victoria across the room. I swear, if that woman had telekinetic powers, my head would be exploding right now. I could almost feel her desire for my demise. "The toast will begin soon, Emma," I heard a voice say beside her.

I didn't miss the way she pulled back from me, and my heart constricted with ache. "Tell me, please Emma." I said, staring at her desperately. "You owe me that much." Emma folded her arms. "I don't owe you anything, but okay." "Go on, then." She sighed and closed her eyes. "I haven't told anyone this before, but...I was born with special abilities, unlike any that has been seen in centuries. I raised an eyebrow. "Hence your healing abilities?" "Well, yes." She said, then unfolded her arms and began pacing the room. "Healing is only one of the things I can do. Even I don't know the extent of my own powers."

But he didn’t care. He gripped her wrists, his hot breath on her neck as he leaned down to lick her skin. The disgust that washed over her was like a tidal wave. “No... no... not again... please,” she whispered, her voice broken and desperate. But the brute only chuckled darkly, his hands moving lower as he prepared to strip her completely. And then—something happened. A bright, blinding light erupted from Emma’s hands, searing through the room with the force of a hurricane.