Effective Against Psychic Novels & Stories

“Well, apparently, I can’t say anything about that.” There was tensed silence for a moment, one ragged breathing to the other echoing in between the whispers of the wind until Perry cleared her throat and broke it at once. “I’m a psychic, Hera,” started Perry, cracking her fingers. “I have a psychometric ability. Anything I touch I can read. It’s designed and a lot easier in object since they don’t have complex thoughts. They only had the memory of the ones who touched them. A human, on the other hand, is a different story. As you will soon found out, using this takes both the user’s and the host’s energy. Depending on the depth of my reading, we may, in a worst-case scenario, well consider

"Tell me more about the psychic defenses. How are they holding up?" "It's a mixed bag," Garrick admitted. "Some have natural resistance, others struggle. We're using meditation, mental exercises, and controlled exposure to psychic pressure. It's grueling, but it's working. Slowly." I nodded, grateful for his candor. "Good. Keep pushing them. We need every advantage we can get." As we spoke, Conan approached, his expression serious. "Enzo, a word?" I glanced at Garrick. "We'll continue this later."

I would fit right there with these guys. “That was just a memory vision; it couldn’t have been the dream realm. I have no power over those. There are demons who have the power to affect dreams like I can, but I don’t know of any which could affect your visions. I think it was just a dream and you got affected because it was too intense. Still, be careful while you meditate again. I would protect you in the dream realm though,” he said. “I would wear a charm to protect myself from psychic attacks,” I replied.

Serena cries out. “Remember that our pack is immune to the witches. With that potion, nothing they do against us should work-” “That’s just the mind,” Phil snidely cuts me off. “No. I tested my other abilities out and they had no effect on Rafe, Lucy, or Finn when I tried. So it should protect us in all ways from them.” I look at him pointedly. “But it’s the wolves I’m concerned about.” I peer back down at the map as I pull the chair out and settle into it.

Within seconds, the black and white wave completely overwhelmed him. Cedric watched in stunned disbelief. These little Silly Huskies were clearly just vital energy phantoms. Paul could easily counter them by casting any large-area group attack like fire rain or poison mist. How could he just stand there motionless, letting these phantoms engulf him and lose so inexplicably? Cedric's mind was filled with countless questions. Nearby, Theo had already witnessed Chase's Nine Word Mantra and hand seals before, though his own spirit had been defeated too quickly to experience the follow-up techniques.

Winona was working when they arrived again. Isabella was not wearing her headpiece this time and was smiling at her new friend. She took her to the room to show her something. “What’s up with her?” Jessica asked. “Just wait.” Amber said. Isabella took off her wig and had Winona examine her scalp. The older woman looked around and then at her. “Yes, I see it.” “I guess I’m ready to have hair again. I was told it would come back when I could handle it, and I guess that is now. I was told that hair can be like antennae and really pull in those psychic senses.”

If it is as powerful as he says I must admit, I’m a little afraid of what I might do unintentionally. “I think you might be a descendant of Aadhya,” he continues, “Which means you will be able to harness it’s power and control it. I also think you might have one or more of her gifts. Aadhya was a psychometric telepath, and you are showing signs of both. A psychometric witch can read objects, see their past, the lives of their owners. Telepathy in a witch is more than just mind reading, but also influencing people’s thoughts and actions.” I’m struck silent by his explanation. Justice comes forward to listen to everything he has to say. Is that what happened when I found Uriel’s envelope?

Now I stood here in Virex's coat, completely healed, looking like I'd just gotten the best sleep of my life. He took a step toward me, his smug smile not quite hiding his wariness. "Feeling better, dear wife?" Without warning, I lashed out with my mind. The psychic attack hit Blake like a freight train made of silver lightning. His eyes went wide with shock as the force of it drove him backward, his feet skidding against the stones. "What the hell?" he gasped, blood trickling from his nose as he struggled against my mental assault. The power flowing through me was nothing like before. Where my earlier attempts had been clumsy and desperate, this felt natural and controlled. Like I'd been doi

I said through the pain, and saw her smile. "oh, but I do." she said and intensified the pain. But I couldn't let her win. I couldn't let her take us. She would spare me because I was the chosen one, but the thoughts of her hurting Jason or Elijah had me fighting back. It's all psychic energy. I remembered. "And I'm one hell of a psychic too." I said through gritted teeth and redirected her energy back to her. She cried out in pain while the pain that paralyzed Jason and Elijah eased up some.

Delainey was also attentively watching from a distance. Her pretty face was tense with shock as she said, “Dad, she’s a psychic that can control flames. She’s using her own Spiritual Power to communicate with the elements of heaven and earth to conjure flames. Her flames are unusual and can’t be dispersed with True Energy. Donovan is outmatched in this battle.” Mount Thunder Sect’s leader, Jackson, naturally knew a little about psychics. However, he did not know anything past the surface level. “How can we counter this, Delainey?”