Gifted Novels & Stories

My gift came at a cost to my own energy, but it had made me one of the most rarest talents and that's why i came to Gifted academy to harness it. But tonight i was done, i had harnessed my skill and it was time to be fully used. I stood at the corner of the hall with a glass of cocktail on my hand swirling it as I watched the grand hall decorated with white banners, and the proud scent of wolves who had survived the elite program. I watched as they laughed and danced with their family who had come all the way to celebrate them.

“This isn’t liquor. It's just plain water! No taste at all!” The others who had taken a sip also frowned and spat it out. “It’s really just water!” “What’s going on? Water in a whisky bottle?” “That’s just messed up!” The whole room erupted. My in-laws’ faces turned green instantly. “That’s right. It’s just bottled water.” I gave Kevin a cold stare and added, “Every year, he takes 100,000 dollars from me to prepare New Year’s gifts, and this is what he sends to my parents. Plain water that costs two dollars. He bought it online. Even the packaging is recycled boxes.

~Caden's POV~ Wren's own particular gift reveals its full shape considerably earlier than either of the twins' gifts had, a fact Amara notes with visible professional interest during the routine four-year assessment, the specific precocity that has consistently characterized all three children now manifesting in Wren specifically as something Amara describes, quite carefully, as genuinely unprecedented within the archive's entire documented history.

Somewhere under my ribs, something that had felt like triumph for four years quietly curdled. • The second day was gifts. Theirs weren't sorted by what a person could do … they were sorted by what a gift did to the world around it. Listening. Making. Crossing. Binding. And Witness … the ability to see what's present without touching it. Seren went very still when Evara named that one. "Do your people control them?" she asked. "Some try." "Do they succeed?" "No." Seren's mouth curved, just barely. "Good." Then Evara told us how young they test their gifted children. Before they can properly speak, sometimes. How protection becomes leverage in powerful families,

He swore that it was merely coincidence that their hero was in Kingspin. We decided to head for the port town after Nathaniel had recovered, but Donatello reminded us that we were being hunted and needed to keep moving. As we were walking, I told Merlin what had happened with Emmanuel and he was pleasantly surprised. He said, “You might be brighter than I was at your age.” When I asked him to clarify, he said that I have a “gift,” but I didn’t understand what that meant at the time.

The girl was none other than I, Rachael Santiago, the daughter of Raphael and Vanessa Santiago. My parents were council members of a secret society of supernaturals, Synx, and the owners of Santiago groups of companies. Supernatural, gifted, or part-human, you name it. In short, humans carry magic in their lineage. We could do stuff other people can only dream of or either pulled in movies. Every member of the special families, or as we called clans, has different and unique gifts of their own. We carried our gift from birth. We could feel it within us. However, due to the incapacity of our human bodies to deal with such extreme powers, we couldn’t control it

He led me back to the table and people came up to us one by one, I’m assuming with congratulations but I only knew that several people kissed my hand. A maid came to me, motioning for me to follow her, and I did. She took me back to my room and there was a silk nightie and robe laid out on the bed with lace panties. She pointed and motioned to get dressed. She held up ten fingers and made a walking motion, I guess telling me ten minutes and she would be back. All right Rae, time to think of something … think! All those times people told me I was a genius with no common sense … yeah that was starting to add up. I needed a weapon, that would help!

It scars your mind forever. “That’s probably the first and the only time I saw Dad cry. He was horrified. Within a week’s notice he sent me to London and got me into a prestigious school. I spent ten years there.” That would explain the slight accent. He was just seven when he was sent to London, too early for a kid to be away from home.

“Arche? What does that mean?” “it’s original in greek. Refers to those who descended from the werewolf bloodline”. “Nice. What about those not from that bloodline?” “They are called the gifted.” “Why the gifted?” Ryan smiled at the question. He remembered asking Father the same question years ago. He gave her the exact same answer he had gotten. “The wolves believe that the bite is a blessing and that whoever is bitten has been gifted. Hence, the name”

That number continued to grow as the children of the gifted matured because being gifted typically passed down through bloodlines. There was not only black and white – good and evil in the world. There were entire spectrums of color, actions, and reactions. Simply put, people were complex. There must have been a specific reason for someone to want the gifted wolves, but there was not enough to go on just yet. My gut was telling me that it was some reason beyond just controlling the gifted. “I would totally help you, but I can’t. I have some shit to work on for Janin