Gifts Of An Empath Novels & Stories

“Something happened to me when I gave birth to Alexis. Seems like I activated a latent ability I did not know I had. And now, when I touch people… I mean, I’ve only tried with you guys, and Alex and Lexi… but when I have touched all of you, I’ve been able to feel what you are feeling. Not read your thoughts, or anything super clear, but the emotions of the other person, they just take me over.” Nina blinked at me, taking this in. Then she said, “Oh, you’re an empath. Neat.”

“Catherine's concern. Your focused compassion. The guards are bored. Someone in the main hall is… happy? Excited about something.” “Okay. Now imagine each emotion as a separate stream of water. Can you visualize that?” Maya nodded slowly. “Now consciously choose which streams to pay attention to. You can't turn them off completely, but you can decide where to focus.” Her face transformed as the technique worked. “Oh. Oh. It's still there, but it's… organized?” “Exactly. Empathic abilities are a gift when controlled. You can identify pack members who need support before they ask.”

She could now control it easily, the letter her mother had left for her had also included details for a local witch coven, who had agreed before Nicolette had even married Anton that they would help her daughter with her gifting. She had spent a full ten months living with them and learning what her gift was and how it worked. How to use it, and how to control it. Celine was an empathic psychic. She could feel what others felt, feel their intent and where it was directed. Read thoughts at a surface level from a distance. But for anything deeper, or anything the person wanted to hide, she would need to touch them.

"I don't care when you get out of the hospital. You'll give me the money! If you don't, I'll pay your precious parents a visit, or maybe even that new mate of yours! Let's see how they look at you after I'm done telling them everything!" Jeremy left, swaggering with a smug smile. I was so angry, I smashed everything in the room. Why? Why?! Why did Viola get a happy family, with a mate who loved her, while I was stuck with this irresponsible father? I had worked so hard to get everything Viola had. I couldn't let it go now! After consuming the Miracle Elixir, I could feel my wolf's powers getting stronger. I had to hurry and sell all of Viola's assets.

My relatives and friends could no longer contain themselves and stepped forward one after another to condemn him, their voices filled with rage. "How could you be so heartless, Craig? The Monets have showered you with nothing but grace and kindness, yet you actually committed such an ungrateful, treacherous act!" "You committed fraud, swapped her child, and faked your illness. Have you no shame? After all the support and kindness her family showed you, you've betrayed them in the worst possible way!" "Poor Ms. Lovelace, she gave you her heart, yet you kept her in the dark for all these years. You're absolutely despicable!"

"What do you mean? What quality are you talking about?" Darius stopped in front of a large tapestry depicting a battle between wolves and humans, his eyes gleaming with an intensity that made Davina shiver. "You, my dear, possess the gift of empathy. A rare trait among humans, but one that could hold immense power in the world of werewolves." Davina's eyes widened as understanding dawned on her. "You want to use me for your own gain. To manipulate my gift for your own purposes."

… Three years later, Emilio and I weren't just perfect partners at work—we had also become irreplaceable in each other's lives. We visited an orphanage on Valentine's Day, showering the orphans with love and care. As I stood by on the sidewalk while waiting for my car, I spotted the Capo of the Lamperti family. "Is it really you, Ms. Juliano? I wasn't sure if it was. You're so beautiful now, and you're covered in branded clothes from head to toe. It's obvious that you're doing well for yourself.

He didn’t recognize the gift. Furrowing his brows, Dominick went over and picked up the gift box. The box was plain with a line of text scribbled on the bottom right. “See you never.” “What is it? It looks so tacky.” With a frown, Gia was ready to throw the gift away. Dominick pressed down on her hand, his eyes narrowing on the line of text. His heart sank to the pit of his stomach. He opened the box with trembling hands, and his body seized up.

One flew ahead, while the other two were behind us, eliminating as many Anomalies as they could to clear our way. I gave them a heads-up whenever I sensed Anomalies that were too close or moved too fast for my peace of mind. They found that really impressive, and one of them—a guy they called Kaye, a talkative, friendly type—jokingly said that if he could trade Gifts with me (he can apparently make his hair glow in the dark), it would be his ticket to Anomaly-slaying stardom. I cracked a smile at that. “Sensing and attracting Anomalies is a side-effect of my Gift. I’m an empath, you know.”

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).