I Have Telekinesis Novels & Stories

It was still standing, still resisting, its power fighting back like a roaring storm. But I had a plan. I couldn’t hold back anymore. --- With every ounce of my energy, I focused on the creature’s weakness. I pulled, twisted, and pushed with everything I had, my telekinesis flaring with raw force. I could feel the energy in my chest tightening as I drew on every reserve I had. “Minseok,” I gasped, “now! Do it now!”

She could feel the energy building within her, the kind that came with learning something new, something powerful. She stood up abruptly, her hands trembling, but her resolve clear. She had trained for this. She had learned to harness Tansu, the ability to manipulate water, to take it from thin air and twist it to her will. She had only scratched the surface, but it was enough. Veryon watched her intently, his gaze unreadable, but she could see the faint glimmer of approval in his eyes. "Kiara," he said softly, caution in his voice, but there was something else—something almost like a challenge. "You're not ready to—"

They cursed lowly, "we deserve that." Beth laughed, and I turned, leaving them soaked. I still didn't know how I did that. As we walked home, I could sense my mates following us discreetly. "Didn't you just manifest telekinesis and weather manipulation earlier this morning. How come you're already using it at such an advanced level?" Beth asked.

Joe Bandit P.O.V Working out in the gym, and doing other active activities always helped me destress. Whether I’m playing football or going for a run, because I was nervous for an upcoming game, or couldn’t sleep because of the envelopes Chasity’s father sends. I always work out to destress. If there is to much chaos going on and stuck in my mind, how can I function around others? Just like how a person plays Bejeweled because that’s their way of distressing. Working out is like that for me.

when she answered the question for me. "Aren't you going to heal me?" she asked. "I will try, I am now so you will have to help me a little. Will you tell me if you feel better?" I asked her sweetly. She nodded. I looked around and tried to copy what other people were doing. I quickly slid the gloves from my hands. I will have to be careful not to pass on my power to make people unconscious or instead of getting well, Emily will sleep. I put both my hands on her arm and closed my eyes and focused like I used to do when I was still harnessing my ability to knock someone unconscious as a kid.

Every inch of me is burning. “Her ability is fascinating,” he continues with cold amusement. “The power to manipulate the minds and bodies of others through telekinesis. A rare gift, don’t you think? It only took a small amount of her blood to unlock it. You should be proud.” He raises his hand, and my body lifts off the ground without him touching me. His fingers close into a fist, and I feel my ribs crack inside me. The agony spreads through my chest like fire. I can taste blood in my mouth, but I refuse to scream.

I wasn't sure I'd give them to her. I didn't owe her any answers. She was just a temporary diversion from my regular job of tracking down traitors to the Council. If she had any idea the kind of work I did during my average assignment, I had no doubt she'd be silent the whole ride. "You moved their car with magic." "No. I moved their car with my mind. Telekinesis. It's not the same thing as magic. Believe me: you know magic when you see magic." I had scars from the last sorcerer which would last me until my dying day. I wasn't in any hurry to go drum up a fight with anyone using real magic.

And still knowing that it hurts me when he thinks of me as his daughter like no time has passed like nothing is out of the ordinary; like being a vampire and a damn hybrid is just part of the messed-up world we live in. I take two steps forward and feel the door behind me close on its own. I frown slightly glancing behind me and back at him again. And like he knows what I am thinking he speaks. "I'm telekinetic. Well my Blessed side, the power that remains." He says as a matter of fact. "Power that remained? You had more than one gift?" If I'm not mistaken, that simply can't happen. "That's a topic for another time." He smiles lightly and motions me to move closer to him.

“It’s as if –“ I trailed off but he turned to me with sharp eyes. “It’s as if what?” He demanded, standing still for a minute before he started to pace again, raking his hand through his hair. If he kept this up, he would soon pull out half his hair. “I can’t explain it but I’m manifesting other gifts.” I looked down at my hands and then opened my mouth to tell the story of the washcloth in the bath. At first, I didn’t tell him because I didn’t want him to worry. Now that I not only manifested telekinesis but also set my bed on fire, I had to come clean.

Setting my sight and mind on the crystal ball placed on the table outside the circle. Raising my hands, and moving my fingers, I try to move it, without saying a word, and slowly, the crystal ball starts to rise in the air, I keep it there, my little finger twitching. I fist my hands, saying nothing, and it explodes. Smiling, I try it again, and it works. For the next hour, I practise my telekinesis, moving from crystal ball to a bigger object.