Female Power Novels & Stories

He had crossed the line, mate or not, I won’t take that shit. “I know you, Maddie; you feed from the power, and you must have been disappointed when you discovered I was your mate; that was why you got another room and why you have been hiding from me. It has been in the law that the female would have to move to the male’s pack, but you have refused to do so because your ego wouldn’t allow it.”

Impressive," the figure said. Female voice. Ancient. Powerful. "She's accomplished in months what should've taken years. Building power. Changing systems. Creating revolution." "Should we move against her?" Another voice. Male. Younger. "Stop her before she grows too strong?" "No. Let her grow. Let her build.

He walked. He had made his first mistake years ago when he had looked at a frightened girl sold to him by her own father and seen a resource instead of a person. Had spent years compounding that mistake in every direction. Had taught her everything he knew about power and survival and how to move pieces on a board that other people couldn’t fully see, and had never once considered that she was absorbing every lesson with a destination already in mind. He had thought she was learning to survive him. She had been learning to end him.

finally bubbling to the surface, my aura darkening the room. I grabbed his jaw, my fingers digging into the bone. "I’m not the boy you broke. He’s buried in a potter's field next to his father. I’m the man who’s going to make you beg for the end. Now. Get. On. Your. Knees." I watched him sink. I watched the great Jaxson Vane, the Devil of the NHL, crumble to the floor because he had no choice. The power shift was absolute. I felt a sick, twisted sense of triumph as I looked down at his bowed head.

"The colors found in your power well reflect the emotions that cause it to fire: black speaks of fear and protection; purple speaks of nostalgia and sadness; green speaks of hope; white speaks of serenity; and finally, pink speaks of love. Your true core of power is love." Glenda and Val smiled. "That speaks of the purity of your emotions, and it's not surprising because the most inexhaustible source of power is love, true love," Val explained, and I was surprised. "Love is the core of your power; you protect it with all those layers, and the most precious thing to you is your daughter, so I know how we will focus your education from now on." "How will you do that?" "By becoming an advocate

"You haven't even heard my second suggestion. It involves appointing a brave and capable individual from Lotus Pack to lead. However, it appears there are no men left with Alpha blood in your pack." "I do," I retorted. "You're a woman," Hogan replied with a shake of his head. "And why can't a woman be Alpha? Freeda is a woman too." "She's different," Hogan countered. "She was raised alongside men, trained in combat, and accompanied her father on the battlefield when she was 16." "I may not have battlefield experience, but I've trained under my father and brothers since I was young. You don't know me well enough, so why dismiss me so quickly?"

Eva could feel the heat rising beneath her skin, the energy of her power screaming for release, demanding recognition. Suddenly, a flash of movement caught her eye from behind. Another shadow emerged, smaller, agile, circling her, testing her reactions, gauging her strength. Her glow flared automatically, light expanding outward in a protective wave, forcing it back, but more seemed to materialize, unseen until they were upon her.

Daniel was about to witness something about Deanna he had never seen before. Her mother had once told her that women wield a power that men do not, and that it was not good to use it because it left them at a disadvantage, which was not healthy in a relationship. It wasn’t a last resort, because it didn’t guarantee anything, but at least it was a strong attempt. Deanna had already used it a couple of times, and as Philippa had warned her, it didn’t solve anything in the long run— it only helped a little.

she asked and scoffed, walking away. "I just want to know one thing, Andralita," I said and she stopped, her hair shielding that horror movie of a face she possessed. "Was it worth it? Does the power feel good? If you knew that this would be the repercussion...would you do it again?" "Power is a fragile, pretty thing, dear," she said, weaving her fingers together and I felt a cool wind bristling behind me again, "a woman's standard is her beauty, but I have never wanted to be the average woman." She said and stopped the wind, "Beauty fades, but this kind of power is eternal."