Good Against Psychic Novels & Stories

“He may be misguided. His desire for vengeance against the witches is clouding his judgement. But I know there´s still good in him.” “I can´t promise you anything. No, I don´t intend to kill him. But a lot can happen in the heat of a battle.” Liam becomes silent for a long time as if to consider what I told him. “All right, Laura. If you´re going to fight Laurence, then you need to be ready. You have less than twenty-four hours.” “What do you want me to do?” “You see, vampires, just like werewolves, possess some sort of psychic powers which they use to manipulate the mind of others.”

The beast turned it’s head towards Dominic and snarled with a primal anger, Dominic extended his claws and teeth readying himself for a fight, as his eyes flashed Wolf he doubled over in pain, dropping to his knees he gripped his head in his hands, “Dominic!” Stacy’s voice bellowed inside his head, Dominic was always more susceptible to psychic messages but this was like someone shouting in his ear using a megaphone, he looked up to the towering black beast, it lowered its head below his and nuzzled his chin submissively, as if a switch had been flicked he could sense her again, the Pack link had reconnected and was stronger than ever, Stacy was actually laughing in his head, the oversized b

“I’ll handle it.” “Thank you.” Thomas touched her elbow lightly, and they went back to the car. On the way to the office, Thomas looked over at her and the unasked questions in her wide eyes. “That was Chris Stillman, The Dragon Power.” “They were dragons?” Paige asked in a small voice. Thomas nodded. “Why did you tell me not to let them touch me?” Thomas glanced at her. “Some of them have psychic abilities. They can make a connection with just a touch. We werewolves aren’t as susceptible to them as humans, but it doesn’t hurt to be cautious.”

“I know you missed me, they all do once I suck their dick. It'll expire.” He reaches a hand out to touch mine but I pull mine away before he gets to graze it. “Hmm, how do you know that?” “Because I'm psychic.” I whisper. His eyebrows pull together as he stares at me intensely, “If you were psychic, you'd have seen me cheating.”