Good Against Psychic Novels & Stories

I jumped to my feet and faced him, ready for another attack. “Not bad rookie!” I heard him jeer as he shifted back to human and walked in circles around me. “Good form, strong stance. Quick on your feet. I’m impressed.” He says with a crooked, creepy smirk. I don’t like this guy; he gives off a foul aura. Even Mystic is watching right below the surface in case he does something I can’t handle. Mystic is extremely strong and agile. If I gave her the reigns and she took over, there’s no way this d**chebag would win, but I won’t give that away just yet. Victor is the only one who I will let see our strength.

But what really got under my skin was that one pesky skill of his. The Blessing of the God of Light - Immune to all sorts of negative effects, including those sneaky mental attacks. Now, don't get me wrong, it's a pretty decent skill, but let's be real here, it was just a smidge weaker than my epic rank skill that grants me immunity to every single negative effect out there. Talk about a busted skill, am I right?

asked my mind. "Tiffany, that's enough!" Zach burst out in anger before anyone else could speak. "Stop spreading lies!" I said innocently, "But Zach, I didn't say anything." "You clearly…" I then realized, "Oh, I finally got it. Yvette's afraid that no one will be around to drug Zach once Susan leaves. This woman is truly sinister. She uses others to do her dirty work!" Zach swallowed the rest of his sentence and fell silent.

My best friend was unconscious and completely drained out of energy. For the first time in my life, I got to see a psychic vampire, a freaking succubus. Fear was replaced by a rash of anger in my pulse. After recovering from my panic attack, I got to my feet again and sprinted toward Jacque, charging out to smash her invisible shield.

"Do I look like a human now?" Gregory asks the grim reaper. "Yes, it's believable enough. But if it's a real psychic, that person will know that you are not what you look like." Angel replied. "That's true. But at least we will know if we have a legit psychic or not." He told him. "Fair enough. Let's go ahead then!" Angel suggested. "Just remember not to show yourself. The psychic might be too scared to help us." He reminded him.

Blood slicked his hand, but his eyes—gods, they were wide with terror. “They’re not rogues,” he gasped. “What?” Leofric barked, dropping beside him. Garrick pointed with a shaking finger. “Wolves. Black as pitch. And one… wasn’t real. It disappeared. Just blinked.” I didn’t hesitate. “Illusions. That’s shadow weaving.” Leofric stood slowly. “Victor.” I nodded grimly. “He’s getting stronger.” Behind us, something shifted in the trees. Leaves rustled. My magic flared, reacting before I could think. I extended my hand, and a ripple of light burst through the clearing, illuminating what shouldn’t have been visible.

Cassius Nightbane growled, his lips curling around his smoking cigarette as his single gloved hand tapped the obsidian armrest. "You will bleed for this disrespect!" Garrick snarled, his claws scraping against the shattered stone of the keep entrance. I gripped the back of Cassius's wheelchair, my slim, four-foot-five frame shaking as my Psi wolf stirred violently inside my chest. "We are leaving this wretched territory, Cassius, before I lose control of my magic." Freya lunged forward to snap at my heels, but Prince Draven held her back by her waist, his dark eyes locked intensely on my small face.

My eyes started to close, my consciousness slipping. Someone help me, please, I begged, like a prayer. Fight. A deep voice cut through the chaos in my head. I’m with you. The buzzing vanished instantly. The psychic attack—gone. I opened my eyes again and swam to the surface. I felt a surge of energy and power, like I could take on the world. I used a nearby rock to push myself up and launched back onto the riverbank. I locked onto the fire witch—my most dangerous opponent. I circled her, dodging her magic, then pounced at her neck, shifting into semi-human form to restrict her movements. After taking her down, I shifted into wolf form again and raced toward the psychic witch.

Although she did not speak loudly, everyone could hear her. Everyone had just witnessed a psychic’s terrifying strength. At that moment, everyone exchanged glances, and no one dared to accept the challenge. “Dad, you should go.” Delainey nudged Jackson and said, “Ice Sword Art is the natural counter to psychics that utilize fire. Even though she was able to defeat an eighth-ranked grandmaster like Donovan, that doesn’t mean that it’s impossible for you to beat her despite only being a seventh-ranked grandmaster.” “Alright. I’ll give it a try. We’re still part of Sol, how can we let these psychics best us?”

"Boss, I can feel them. All of them. Thousands of—" "More," Jack commanded, his voice resonating with power that made the walls vibrate. "Push further. The Alliance wolves in Europe. The reformed Council members in Asia. Everyone who's ever sworn to the Urban Fang." "That's impossible," Dr. James protested. "The distance alone—" "We have a psychic amplifier," Jack said, nodding toward Olivia. "And a reality anchor." He glanced at Haley, still floating in her corona of golden light. "Nothing's impossible anymore."