Girl Power Novels & Stories

I feel like the green goblin in that movie when his heart grows three sizes. My heart hammers and stops in an erratic pattern that might well put me on my arse. The goddess may have given males the physical strength when she made us, but she gave the women all of the power. If Sophia wanted to, she could kill me right now. If she knows the words of a formal rejection, and if those words spill from her lips, I would deserve them and they would destroy me.

This was the feeling and control I had longed and waited for, the Alpha force aura. And then it was released. It came with an overpowering pressure that suppressed all the werewolves to the ground. This was what superior power felt like, the one to be unmatched, the one that pulls all other werewolves to the ground. This was my power. I am the Goddess of War! "The most powerful wolf! She is the most powerful! The Goddess of War is among us!" A werewolf cried out on the floor in shock. I was too overwhelmed with power, that I failed to panic considering the weight and force it pulled. I was rather excited.

SIRELLA’S POV I opened my mouth, then closed it. I didn’t even know what to say. The Matron rose from her seat, moving with slow, deliberate grace. "Tell me, child, do you know what power truly is?" I clenched my jaw. "Strength?." She smiled. "Wrong." My hands curled into fists. "Power," she continued, "is not about brute strength. It is about influence. Control. Power is walking into a room and having every eye turn to you, not because you demand it, but because they cannot help it."

“Do you remember the first time we watched Akeelah and the Bee and heard this? I resonated so strongly with both of us that we paused the video and looked up the author Marianne Williamson so that we could get the full quote. We repeated it over and over again. Remember, your mom sat us down and reminded us why this meant so much to us and especially to you. Do you remember what your mom said?” “She said that I was a special and powerful female alpha. The goddess gave me a bright light to overshine the darkness in this world. She told me that I would run into three types of people in my life, people who would love and respect my light, people who would be jealous of my light and try to take

Nina’s legs shook, and she pressed herself against the edge of a chair. She wanted him, but she was scared. She wanted him to touch her, but she also wanted to run. Fear, adrenaline, desire—it all twisted inside her in a way that left her dizzy. Dante’s hand brushed hers, guiding her slightly. “This is your lesson tonight,” he said. “Desire is not weakness. It’s power. And when you learn to use it… you’ll be unstoppable.” Her breath hitched. “You make it sound so… easy,” she said, half-laughing, half-whimpering.

"But not everyone has your power level." "Power level doesn't matter as much as control and intent. I know daughters who are less powerful than I who do amazing things because they've practiced, and they care about helping others." Luna looked directly at the camera. "If you're a daughter watching this, scared of your power or hiding what you are—don't be. Find good teachers. Practice every day. And remember that power is a gift, not a curse." "Okay, that was a good answer," I admitted to Adrian. "She handled that well."

She had those powers. ***************************

Muscles don't determine the level of strength" I said. "Yeah, so as you know it's my birthday next week and you're invited" she said, her face daring me to say no. "Uhmm.. I guess I'll have to be there since I'm invited by the birthday girl herself" I replied and she smiled before waving and we acted like we weren't just having a nice chat before entering the pack house. Logan's POV I squeezed my phone until it snapped in my palm, I can't believe she's chatting so freely with that waste of space, though I can't here what their talking about I could tell she's enjoying it and yet she finds it hard to talk to me.

"What else could it be? The brat possesses a miraculous power neither of you could start to imagine. That's why it wouldn't make sense to you." The captive girl turned and saw that there were tears rolling down the hag's cheeks. "Go on, do it!" The captive girl glanced at Frank, who nodded. Shrieking, she started repeatedly punching the hag, who never made a sound despite the pain. Her heartbreak was too much to bear that it dulled the physical pain. By the time her consciousness turned murky and she knew death was at hand, she spoke feebly, saying, "There's more than one powerhouse in this world—as strong as I am, or perhaps stronger. I may not have met them, but I have heard of them."

Like she wasn’t just hearing my story but holding it, carefully, like it might bruise if she wasn’t gentle. When I finished, her voice was steady. “That’s not nothing, Layla. That’s not just fear talking.” Tears pricked my eyes, and I hated how fast they came. “I didn’t want to be this girl again, Mara. The one who can’t breathe when someone walks too close. The one who jumps when a name is said out loud.” “You’re not,” she said softly. “You’re the girl who told the truth today. Who saw something wrong and said it out loud. That’s not weakness. That’s power.”