Inner Ability Novels & Stories

I stuttered. "I know. What I did there just now is called the impetus ability. It's one of the natural abilities developed in a human body. It is known to all, as 'Will' or 'Will Power'. There are five known abilities that can be activated if you train hard enough. Some prodigies develop these skills with ease." "What are these abilities, Uncle?"

Her money is as good as nothing if she can't practice basic survival skills and is clever enough to find a hideaway. "You need to exercise daily and learn how to run away from pursuers ... just in case they find you and you have to run away as fast as you can," he shook his head. There's just so many things she was lacking and he was more concerned than she was. She touched his hand, "Hey ... relax ... I got this ... you're underestimating my survival skill, like you said ... animal instinct, I think it's embedded in our DNA to find a way to survive when we need it most."

Unless—’ “Is this an abstract thought?” “Partly. It exists within you.” “Within me?” Scratching her chin, she started walking back and forth. “Is there an instrument within me that I cannot touch and… and… of course!” She smiled widely, staring at the mirror with a triumphant look on her face. “It’s my voice. I can hear it, but I can’t hope to see it or touch it. Plus—” Her forefinger shot in the air. “—it’s also within me. All the clues pointed to such an answer.”

I have to discover what’s inside me, what’s been hidden all these years. Over the next few weeks, I begin to train with my inner circle—wolves who possess abilities beyond the ordinary. There’s Darius, who can manipulate energy, Troy, who can move with blinding speed, and Hazel, who has an uncanny ability to see into the future. Together, we form a powerful unit, each of us honing our abilities to strengthen the pack, to protect it from the unseen dangers that threaten our world.

She put the empty tray aside and, taking a comfortable position, listened to her Power. The blonde girl immediately remembered the first time she established a connection with her inner energy. She was nine. The girl sat on her father's lap, leaning on him and closing her eyes. A quiet, silky baritone filled the mind. Then her father explained to her how to feel the inner reserve, touch it and pull it towards herself. What is visualization and how to maintain created shields. Only now Ilyana wondered how her father knew all this. If the blood of a seraph is inherited, then was he the descendant of Selene from whom she inherited her abilities? Ilyana smiled, remembering her beloved father.

Fear gripped me, threatening to paralyze my senses, but I pushed through it, clinging to the hope that there was something within me that could save me. Then, as if in response to my silent plea, a voice echoed in my mind, strong and reassuring. "Got you!" A jolt ran through my body as something shifted. The world around me seemed to slow, and a newfound clarity filled my senses. My body responded to the change, muscles tensing and instincts sharpening. It was as if a part of me had awakened, a powerful force that I hadn't fully tapped into before.

It was an act of pure giving, devoid of any ulterior motives. He was unbelievably flawless—almost too flawless. Deep within her, Ava sensed the presence of her inner wolf. Something within her told her that the anticipated trouble would never arise. As a woman with her own set of experiences, doubt always lingered. Yet, there existed a voice within her, her intuition, or perhaps her inner wolf. It wasn't a newfound voice, but one she had never been able to fully embrace. It had always been muffled, resembling mere noise in her mind. Or she had been too afraid to believe in it.

Leo said while slightly hissing at the end as he roughly ruffled his hair in frustration. “Yeah. Why did you even do that? Even when I told you to stop.” He flinched as he heard someone say in an echoing low voice that but he could not see who it was and was looking around to find him. “Stop it, Leo, you’ll never find me no matter how much you try. Idiot.” ‘There it goes again. Who was that?’ He thought after he heard it again. “I’m your inner wolf, idiot. My name is –”

She moved with grace and agility, her newly acquired instincts guiding her every step. The first lesson was control—control over her enhanced senses, her strength, and the primal urges that lurked within. It was a process fraught with challenges, like taming a wild beast that resided within her own soul. Beverly would often spend hours meditating, honing her mental discipline to keep her inner wolf in check.

Power, she realized, wasn’t something other people handed you. It wasn’t in a man’s last name, or his blessing, or his body. It wasn’t in the empire built by men like her father and Mazzo. Power lived inside the smallest, most private space of all—the space between heartbeat and decision. That moment right before she fired—that was where it lived. She rolled onto her back and let the truth settle in like a second skin. Power didn’t scream. It didn’t posture. It was quiet. Certain. Absolute. And it would never leave her again.