Gifts Of An Empath Novels & Stories

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).

It made me feel more welcome and a little less awkward. “Have you ever tried to amplify your gift?” I asked curiously. His head tilted to the side before slowly shaking his head. I could see that he was confused and curious about where I was going with this. “You have a great gift to weaponize. Empaths are able to sense and manipulate emotions. Imagine being on a battlefield. There would be an entire buffet of emotions for you to sample. If you have someone beside you that can cause pain, fear, paranoia, or anything like that, you can then pull that emotion towards you and divert it to your enemies. With practice you could slingshot them,” I explained the process.

I whisper in the hopes that she doesn’t push for more answers. While my past isn’t as dark as Cole’s ongoing horror, the three years I spent as a rogue, before getting brought into alpha Demetri’s pack, has left some heavy scars behind. “You know, I was beginning to wonder if you even had a wolf.” “Why’s that?” I can’t help but wonder out loud. “Normally, when an empath starts using their gift on a regular basis to help others, their ability to identify the various issues associated with the help they give will strengthen.

She blushed again, “Delphi says that she can’t access her gift, but she can guide me through mine.” Blake’s shock mirrored my own. I vaguely remembered Delphinios commenting something about Kelly being an empath. I didn’t really know what an empath was, but I did know that it had something to do with sensing others emotions or feelings or something like that. “You can come if you like, I keep a chair in there that you can sit in,” I gave in to her guilt trip and puppy dog eyes. “I don’t know what you and Delphinios think you’re going to see, but what the hell.” Blake helped her walk along beside me, and I slowed my steps to keep her from getting winded.

Jonathan's expression immediately softens, and he steps in closer, his hands wrapping around mine. "Never. You know that." His thumb brushes across my knuckles, and heat radiates through my entire body. "What we have, what you do for the communities here, it's everything that's good about empathic gifts." "But for how long?" I move away, crossing to the window that overlooks the gardens where groundskeepers toil among roses that bloom in impossible profusion thanks to the magical energies that permeate the estate. "Jonathan, I feel it sometimes. The temptation. When I'm mediating a particularly difficult dispute, when emotions are running hot and violence is near. there comes a time when I c

"You passed, Nathan. You admitted you don't know everything. That's wisdom. But now comes the consequence." The mark formed on my wrist. But unlike the others, mine burned. Not physically. Deeper than that. Like something fundamental in my brain was being rewritten. "What did you do?" I gasped. "I gave you a gift," the Mother Below said. "Every time you try to calculate a person's worth, you'll feel their pain. Live in their skin. Understand them as they truly are. No more cold logic. No more reducing people to variables. Only empathy. Only the raw, overwhelming truth of what they experience."

I confess without thinking and he laughs. Of course I'm not scared of my daughter it's her powers that scare me. She can feel other people's pain she cries because her friends cry she's an empath and the only connection between the spirit world and our world is Arieya her gift is more dangerous than mine. “So Alpha Camilla what's your gift?” “What do you mean?” “You're a royal, every royal has a special gift.” “Oh that I'm not supposed to talk about it even the wind has ears so even after you see Arieya's gift don't say a word unless you want to lose her forever.”

Looking back on these long centuries, I had never regretted a single decision. From the woman who awakened telepathy at a Blood Oath ceremony, to the Empress who brought the entire vampire world to its knees. In this life, I have never lost.

His gaze felt like an X‑ray, as if he wanted to look straight through me. I did not look away. I met his gaze with a numb calm. After a long silence, he smiled and pulled his hand back. He tossed the burn ointment onto the nightstand. “Fine. Go. But you must return on February sixteenth. It is my birthday. I want you to give yourself to me as a gift.” He leaned close to my ear, and his teeth brushed my earlobe. “You need to be clean and fresh.” I pushed down the nausea in my stomach and nodded. “Okay.”

Rae put her hand back on her cart and we started walking again. “Well her sister is like her best friend so maybe I could do something for the two of them to go somewhere,” I said. “Better than nothing, Tilly definitely deserves a nice vacation,” she said. “Why don't you get both Tilly and Marianne a gift card to a travel agency or something like that. There you go, Christmas done, at least for you. Now I got to figure out something for my own mom. I was thinking about some kind of necklace…” We were now stopped at the jewelry counter and she immediately grabbed her necklace and started stroking it. Clearly somebody that she cared about gave it to her and I wanted to know who.