Emotional Novels & Stories

she said. --- --- Elias leaned forward. --- “Translate.” --- --- Sophie didn’t hesitate. --- “The facts stay the same.” --- A pause. --- “But the emotional response attached to them changes.” --- --- --- Because memory— --- Was not just data. --- --- It was feeling. --- --- And if you changed the feeling— --- --- You changed the memory. --- --- --- Julian’s voice came through the comm. --- “That’s… insidious.” --- --- Elias nodded slowly.

I peer at him. “Uh… what is the correlation between emotions and a mage’s power?” Elias’ brows crease further. He sits at the edge of the bed and asks, “Why?” I lean back on the single-seater couch and look at him expectantly. “Yes, it does. Isn't it for everyone? Strong emotions like anger, shame, fear, and sadness influence a lot of people. It is not an exception for a mage either. While controlling our Element, if we are influenced by any stronger emotion and can’t keep ourselves calm then it might harm us or our opponent or anyone we are trying to protect.” Elias’ words made so much sense.

She had finished her breakfast already. "You're reading my emotion. Ain't you?" She blinked her eyes and relaxed on the seat, "Sometimes I don't have control over it. It just happens automatically. I just feel what people feel within them. Pain, anger, rage, love. Their emotion passing through my veins" Luca pinched the roof of his nose and cleared his throat, "That must be painful" "Not always" She responded and got to her feet, "I should-- We should be on our way now"

She could feel his rapid pulse jumping against his skin. She let him hug her, but she was perplexed. She could feel something from him, as if he were in sorrow during this period of uncertainty. It spun off him in surges. His misery and anguish. His remorse. His guilt. There was so much emotion churning inside him that it was tangible and thick in the air.

Tomás stepped directly in front of me again,protective,instinctive. And suddenly I realized something terrifying. The system reacted fastest whenever we touched whenever we defended each other wjenever emotions intensified,It wasn’t just watching tension anymore.,It was feeding on attachment.m and it was learning from it. Mom saw the realization hit me. “That’s why it escalates conflict,” she whispered. I looked at her sharply. “What?” “It learns faster through emotional extremes.” Cold moved through my body instantly. Fear,desire,panic,relief everything suddenly made horrible sense.

I asked, my voice trembling. I was scared, but I trusted it. Even though it had lied about being Benjamin, it had never harmed me. In fact, it had saved my life multiple times. "Ordinary?" The man on the screen smiled. "You're not ordinary. Otherwise, why would I have chosen you?" "Not ordinary?" I repeated, bewildered. "Exactly. Your emotions are far stronger than a normal person's. Your anger, joy, and sorrow are three times as intense as anyone else's. The same joke will make you laugh three times as hard; the same tragedy will make you grieve three times as deeply."

Her eyes pinched at the corners. I nodded. "Yes. I can still feel your emotions, but it's more like they are..." I tipped my head to the side. I didn't know if they'd understand how I thought about emotions. "I see emotions like water. Lakes, oceans, streams, rivers. That kind of thing." I watched them. They nodded at me. Gestured for me to continue.

My eyes fly open “I got it?!” She tips her chin. “Try again” Eager for another go, I tap the back of her hand, breathing in and out as I focus on Nana. I focus on the current that flows from her, I stretch out my senses like imaginary hands then I try to put a name to what I feel from her “Anxious?” I ask out loud. It feels kinda fidgety. She hums and switches and we go from there, I with the flow, it’s like a smooth glide. Though I find it harder to narrow down more complicated emotions like nervousness, frustration, and confusion. But stronger and more direct emotions like anger, happiness, and relief are quite easy to figure out.

he asked, trying to take in what I was saying. "I mean, I don't feel pain, happiness, or even sadness." " Really? " I'm sure a lot is going on in his mind right now, but this is confusing for real. " Yes, I mean, I feel no sort of emotion for real. Like, I dont get angry, i don't feel pain when im injured, and if you say something funny, I don't laugh or smile. My emotions are like a vagabond - I feel literally nothing. I don't know how to explain it; I was born this way, and I don't feel any emotion."

I swooped her in my arms and head out. T. B. C. Thank God our Roy is safe. I need someone to teach Fred the different types of emotions please..... Chest burning in great anger indeed. You are jealous joor!