Good Against Psychic Novels & Stories

“I imagine you’d like to know about what happened today…at the city line.” “You bloody well know where our concerns lie!” Aziz growled in the back of my mind as Ares Barbosa was arguably the world's most powerful and dangerous psychokinetic. His abilities ranged from telepathy to extensive telekinetic power. So I would not be surprised if he knew exactly where both my and my counterpart’s root concerns lie.

"Stop acting like we're best friends." Liana looked at the gun held limply by his hand. It was facing down and the safety was on. She charged at him and they both fell, his head hitting the floor with a thud. She winced and tried to get up but he grabbed her hand. She tried to bite his while pulled her down with so much strength that she fell on top of him. She heard a deep animalistic growl and saw his body twisting and fur growing on it. She gasped before he hit her head with a pistol and she felt dizzy. Her world suddenly turned black.

But I had all the best guardians on my side. "No! Your wife can help you another way. You have to ask her about the fight. She is a psychic. And she can see the future. She will tell you ways to win the battle. But let me first tell you where they are." He replied to me in a low tone as he took another step closer to me. He put his thumb between my eyes and closed his eyes. At first, nothing happened. But then, he closed his eyes and I suddenly went blind.

Farrell POV It's probably my fault for not anticipating the visuals. When your family is steeped in filthy heritage, there is some work-related risk. The sight usually emerges when you least expect it, such as amid a furious, no-holds-barred quest to defeat the demonic forces that have just wreaked havoc on your neighborhood. I've never been great at timing my psychic abilities. I am the psychic warrior and guardian of Sebastian's pack. I use my special abilities to detect dangers early on and then go into battle with my packmates to defend our area. This is a combat position that combines frontline combat tasks with psychic foresight.

"Tell me more about the psychic defenses. How are they holding up?" "It's a mixed bag," Garrick admitted. "Some have natural resistance, others struggle. We're using meditation, mental exercises, and controlled exposure to psychic pressure. It's grueling, but it's working. Slowly." I nodded, grateful for his candor. "Good. Keep pushing them. We need every advantage we can get." As we spoke, Conan approached, his expression serious. "Enzo, a word?" I glanced at Garrick. "We'll continue this later."

He only nodded, his eyes darting to the sides behind his glasses, in the shadow of his baseball hat. “It’s fully intelligent,” I said, still in whispers. “And it’s very pissed off. Please, help me get rid of it, Mr. Price.” He snorted, shaking his head and avoiding eye contact. “I can’t help you, Miss Garner,” he replied curtly. He glanced at me and away in a heartbeat. “I’ll send you the contact information of the psychic that gave me the spell to get rid of it. That’s all I can do.” I couldn’t believe my ears. “What?”

“You must discard pleasures of the flesh.” “Okay, no fleshy pleasures. Should we get going?” I was happy to agree with whatever he wanted. I had no intention of going through with this nonsense, I just wanted him to take us to the big boss. Which could be dangerous, but if things went pear-shaped I was confident I could outrun a giant brain. They tend to have poor mobility, what with having no legs. Sure, you have to consider psychic powers. I know how sci-fi works. A large frontal lobe could mean anything from telekinesis to ESP. But I was untouchable. Even if he got his tentacles in me, I could remove them.

The ability had transferred successfully, which meant Perry was truly dead. Ray examined the newly acquired power for a moment. Perry's ability level actually wasn't that high—only around five hundred units. Even accounting for loss during absorption, it probably hadn't exceeded six or seven hundred at most. Yet such a minor figure, someone with fewer than seven hundred units, had nearly caused trouble for a monster like Ray, who possessed close to sixty thousand units. That was the terrifying part about psychic-type ability users. Their attacks were silent and subtle, like rain soaking into the earth without a sound. They didn't even trigger danger warnings. Truly frightening.

I’d been around Tobias enough to recognize the real deal. I sniffed the air but couldn’t discern what, if any, supernaturals were inside. I took a closer look at the protection symbols. Perhaps they were hiding the witch who’d made them. And if that magic was real, maybe the psychic was legitimate, too. Tobias hadn’t seen much, but the herb-induced visions pushed him past the natural scope of his abilities. A true psychic might have better luck. It was the best plan I had, so I went inside. *** Josephine POV

We couldn't enter your mind. Lucky for us, the barriers you created had weakened. Your submission to pleasure did it. You have to be careful next time. Having a strong will is one of your greatest defenses against psychic powers.' 'Forgive me, Sidayo. I just wanted to have peace, even for a while.' Esper sighed, 'Anyway, what's with this disturbance?' Yleva cut her off. 'Galindra, the sorcerer who has a dark spirit. A beloved friend of yours...'