Empath Gifts Novels & Stories

Ethan ad Lucas take their snacks and go their room to watch some TV while we give gifts to Emma. Her mom gave her set of newly mother's and baby's care kit. Emma's boss sent a crib through her colleagues and her colleagues together gave her things for nursery. Then my turn came and I go to my room to bring it. "Tomorrow you and your mother is going for spa. I actually won this, so I thought you need it more than me right now." I say as I give her the coupons. "What was the need?" Emma starts but shush her. "And this is your gift?" I say as I give her a big box.

I projected my feelings towards him, showing him how much I want him. “What is that?” He said in a hushed tone. “I am a special kind of empath. I can feel other people, but I can help them as well. I can… heal, help influence emotions. In this case, I am just showing you how I feel.” I finished shrugging. “Wow.” He said moving from the opposite side of the table to mine. We sat there for a moment before he turned to place food in front of me. He looked like he was arguing with himself. I knew I had no business trying to pull this man into my mess of a life. He was out of my league and could have any girl he wanted.

Just books and silence and no one asking questions. That's where I found it. A book about bloodline gifts. Old, leather bound, the pages yellow with age. I almost put it back but something made me open it yo read. Empathy. The ability to sense and influence emotions. Rare. Dangerous if untrained. Runs in specific bloodlines. I flipped through the pages, looking at the family names listed. Most I didn't recognize. Old packs, old names, some probably extinct by now. Then I saw it. (Riversong).

I'm standing on top of a mountain, the world small below me. Snow is beneath my feet, and my body is dressed in thick clothes to keep me warm. I look around in amazement as my feet crunch on the snow beneath me. This boy is gifted beyond anything I have seen with the children we have collected so far. Blinking back into reality again, I smile at the boy. "That's a pretty awesome gift you have there, Tobias." "The little girl, the blonde one, has gifts much like me, and the other two are empaths. They can manipulate emotions. It is horrible when they are having tantrums..."

He wants to support me, but he’s conflicted about whether he should let me face this or wrap me in his arms and run with me to safety. I know what this is now. This is not my seer gift. This is an empath gift that I’ve inherited from my dad. The two gifts together are intense, but if I learn to manage them, they’re going to make a powerful combo. I give my guys one last smile and then I turn, holding my head high as I walk back into the locker room. The changing area is not as busy now. The sounds of multiple showers running and laughter from the stalls are a good indicator of where they are. The few girls left look at me as I enter. I feel the emotions pouring from them. Fear. Shock. Hope.

I have agreed to let her spend some time with Xavier. Ember informs me that my emotions are linked to my gift. The worst emotion I can have is anger, as my gift will be out of control. Right now, I need to focus on staying calm as I am in more control. The gift comes from within. I need to take some baby steps.

Marissa felt a surge of gratitude, knowing that these gifts were not just material items but symbols of the love and support that surrounded her. Among the gifts, one particularly caught her attention—a beautifully bound book filled with handwritten recipes from the village's oldest residents. This was a treasure she had always wanted, as cooking had been a cherished pastime shared with her mother. The book was a collection of family recipes, each page telling a story of love, tradition, and the joy of gathering around the table. As Marissa flipped through the pages, she could almost hear the laughter of her family and friends echoing through the years.

she said warmly, “and also, thank you for the gift you brought back today.” The gift from Alex was a delicate silk scarf, its soft fabric and intricate pattern clearly marked it as something special, crafted by a high-end designer. But despite her outward composure, there was a subtle sadness that lingered in Emily's eyes. Her fingers lightly traced the rim of her wine glass, her thoughts a thousand miles away, unable to completely hide the turmoil within.

They had started to build a good relationship, and he wanted to find a gift that would express his gratitude for her unwavering support. After much deliberation, he settled on a beautiful scarf in her favorite shade of blue, knowing that it would keep her warm during the chilly winter nights and serve as a reminder of their shared history. With Skylar’s gift in hand, Jason made his way to the next shop on his list—a bookstore that he knew would have the perfect gift for Emilio. Desoite his shortcomings, Emilio was determined to extend an olive branch and Jason wanted show his appreciation for Emilio’s role in their lives.

“Something I should’ve told you a while ago.” Ethan’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t interrupt, his sharp focus locked on me. Taking a deep breath, I decided to start with the easier truth. “I have a... gift. An ability. It’s why Derek wanted me so involved, why he’s called on me as much as he has.” His expression softened, a flicker of realization crossing his face. “Your empathy,” he said quietly. My breath hitched. “You know?” “I suspected,” he admitted. “I’ve felt it before we Mated, but that made it obvious. It’s how you respond to people, the way you read a room. It’s not something anyone can miss once they’ve been paying attention.”