Effective Against Psychic Novels & Stories

Cassius Nightbane growled, his lips curling around his smoking cigarette as his single gloved hand tapped the obsidian armrest. "You will bleed for this disrespect!" Garrick snarled, his claws scraping against the shattered stone of the keep entrance. I gripped the back of Cassius's wheelchair, my slim, four-foot-five frame shaking as my Psi wolf stirred violently inside my chest. "We are leaving this wretched territory, Cassius, before I lose control of my magic." Freya lunged forward to snap at my heels, but Prince Draven held her back by her waist, his dark eyes locked intensely on my small face.

"Look at you. Frozen like a statue. I should leave you like this. Let you watch while I wear your son’s skin." "Target acquisition error," a robotic voice droned. Damon paused. He frowned, looking around. Silas was still standing. The Warlock hadn't frozen. He hadn't blinked. He was tapping on his tablet, a blue holographic shield shimmering around his head, deflecting the psychic waves like rain on a windshield. "Mental frequency 44.7 hertz," Silas noted dryly, not looking up. "Effective against biological neural pathways. Unfortunately for you, my neural pathways are sixty percent synthetic."

"No. You saved that little girl at the dance, Odin. You saved us all. You helped Harmony. You are strong and you are a good person. There's a cure!" The wind died down all of a sudden as the woman stopped chanting and fell to the ground. Rashidatrushed to where she lay and helped her up. They both hurried back to the dead body. "He's not awake yet," the psychic said, feeling the pulse. "I don't think it worked." Rashidat's heart sank and she dropped her gaze as she cried. "I'm so sorry," the woman said. "It didn't work. We really tried our best."

Nanami Vincent did not think this child would trick her. Sharmaine has recovered half of her mental strength, and she understands the situation. Nanami Vincent is not only resentful of her but also angry at Zelda, Zelda, who is not Nanami Vincent's opponent. If they fight, Zelda will lose. Zelda suddenly waved his hand. Zelda's psychic ability in the mental space is the strongest, even if Nanami Vincent is the owner of this place. Even though Augustus and Galvin both have the power of Neva's heart, they are not opponents of hers. Eli is in the back, powering Zelda. Zelda has a powerful psychic ability, but she lacks physical capacity. The one providing physical energy is Eli.

"Boss, I can feel them. All of them. Thousands of—" "More," Jack commanded, his voice resonating with power that made the walls vibrate. "Push further. The Alliance wolves in Europe. The reformed Council members in Asia. Everyone who's ever sworn to the Urban Fang." "That's impossible," Dr. James protested. "The distance alone—" "We have a psychic amplifier," Jack said, nodding toward Olivia. "And a reality anchor." He glanced at Haley, still floating in her corona of golden light. "Nothing's impossible anymore."

The werewolves of the Blue Lake Pack would no longer be afraid of wizards. As I expected, Alan activated his anti-magic power. In the next second, the magical network that my wizards had set up became instantly ineffective and the surrounding earth stopped shaking violently. After gaining a superior position in the battle, the werewolves immediately drew their weapons and started shooting at my army. As the deafening sound of gunshots echoed around us, my Army began to sing spells and form protective shields to resist the aggressive attack. However, due to Alan’s anti-magic power, the spells and curses of wizards were instantly rendered ineffective.

The good news was that he did find a condition similar to that of Sienna’s. But the bad news was that the word that was written there made Dr. Watte feel a chill in his heart. ‘Incurable.’ This kind of psychedelic hypnosis would cause a person to fall asleep and experience the most painful moments of their life over and over again in the dream world. The weaker a person’s willpower was, the weaker the effect. On the contrary, those with strong willpower would be affected a hundred thousand times more! And Sienna belonged to the latter!

He was confident he could negotiate a deal related to this aquarium for maximum benefit. Fah, a psychologist with a gentle face, was meditating in a quiet room. Since childhood, Fah had a special ability to sense and perceive things others couldn't. She felt the supernatural around her and sometimes sensed the feelings and thoughts of others. When she heard the news about the aquarium and what had happened there, Fah began to feel a strange, abnormal mystical power—a heavy, chaotic energy, as if something was being held captive and waiting to be released. Receiving this invitation only reinforced her feelings. Fah believed this aquarium was connected to psychic powers she couldn't explain, a

“Did he use any herbals? Sensory stimulation? Olfactory recall?” “Um. No. Mostly just talk. Once he tried one of those memory-lane soundtracks—forest noises and waves—but that was about it.” He exhaled softly, clearly unimpressed. “Miss Hart, no disrespect to your previous doctor, but if your condition is linked to a supernatural trauma—and based on your file, I’d wager it is—then trying to treat it with purely human psychological methods is not just ineffective. It’s negligent.” My throat went tight. “So what would you recommend?”

Due to his machination, only Luke out of thousands of attendants could see Zayn’s face clearly—everyone else simply saw someone one else, thus explaining why they failed to recognize him. But how was that even possible? One might be tempted to ask. It sounded so ridiculous, so outré, but it was surprisingly not incredulous at all! In fact, it was actually explainable through “science”. When a person’s psychic power became this potent, they could release brainwaves out of their skulls which interfere with other people’s brains! Right now, Zayn’s brain has become a mega-sized signal projector capable of emitting his brainwaves to his surroundings, non-stop! Anyone who had a lower psychic level