Girl Power Novels & Stories

Men tend to not want to listen to a girl, so I always had to kick atleast one of their asses before they would all pay attention. The girls & I went through our regular warm-ups & I couldn't help but watch Abby & Allison carefully. These two would be my elementals when I got my power back, & I couldn't be prouder to have them. They paid attention when I taught & picked up my moves effortlessly. If all my elementals learned to fight like they were learning, with or without our powers, there would be no one in the kingdom who would be able to stand against us.

River "Miss Stephenson, wake up!" Our math teacher, Ms. Davis, shouts at the girl sitting next to me. I give her a gentle shake to wake her up, but as always, I get yelled at for it. I've always been the odd one out, the outsider. I'm the water girl for the football team because I can't play any sports. My two left feet always hold me back. One of the popular girls on the team, Marie, insults me, calling me the "nasty girl" and saying she'll have to scrub her arm until it bleeds to get my "nastiness" off.

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“What were you doing all those years? Clearly not studying. Your outfit says you spent more time at the club than the library.” “How dare you!” “Oh, hush. You’re only proud because your school is in the city. It’s a low-budget attitude for a high-budget tuition.” I stared at the woman in awe. I loved her energy. I wanted to thank her, but I was still too stunned to move. “Please,” I finally whispered, my voice returning. “Can we just stop?” The girl in green snapped her head toward me. “Wow, the little graduate finally found her voice!” I looked her straight in the eye, feeling a spark of annoyance replace my shame. “I don't even know you. Why are you doing this?”

Moment of truth, gear up Sarah, I said to myself. Zayn, Melisa and Ashton were all there, Eric introduced me to the other two girls, Zerrin and Pelin, the former, a brunette with gold highlights and the prettiest sparkling grey eyes looking chic in stylish cutoff jeans and a beaded sleeveless top and the latter a tall thin sloe eyed beauty wearing skin tight shorts and a halter top. Wow, all of it looked designer. I felt a bit underdressed. Ashton, always affectionate came up to me and gave me a hug. I instantly felt better.

"The power doesn't define you, howyou use it does." "But there's so much of it," I said. "Sometimes I feel like it's going to consume me. Like I'll lose myself in it." "Then hold tighter to who you are," my mother advised. "You're not just power. You're love and compassion and courage. You're the girl who survived years of abuse and chose kindness over bitterness. That's who you are. The power is just a tool." "Did you feel this way?" I asked. "Scared of what you could do?"

I rub my face with irritation, not at all having the patience for story hour. “Get to the point,” my mom shouts, making me crack a smile. Always the spitfire. I thought that’s what I was getting with Dakota, and probably one of the biggest reasons I fought so damn hard to win her over. I need a female with fire, with heat and grit. Someone who doesn’t back down. But one fucking pretty boy comes along and makes eyes at her… I look down at my hands and they are in solid fists. Maybe I should have really fucked up that stupid Poindexter.

The would guys often 'mistakenly' smashed the ball her way. She was finally able to convince everyone of her abilities when she beat them up one by one using the ball. She always treated others the same way they treated her. She was much ruthless in her revenge. The guys might still hold back some force since she was a girl, but Mira didn't. From then, they knew that although she seemed delicate, when she was holding a ball, she could even make someone lose their teeth.

“You still don’t even realize the power you hold, little goddess.” “That’s where you’re wrong, though,” she said, shaking her head and looking at him with something close to pity. “I am powerless. I may have the blood of Selene, the blood of the gods in my veins, but that is all I have. I have no gifts, no powers, no abilities.” He cackled. “The power isn’t yours to use, silly girl. It’s the power you give your mate once they mark you. The power that strengthens him, strengthens his pack and makes them all better than any other.”