Inner Ability Novels & Stories

How could someone like Andhara be involved with a group of rogues who spread cruelty? Enne took a deep breath, trying to calm down while looking at the snow piling up outside the window. The thick blanket was unable to calm her heartbeat that was getting more chaotic as she thought about that possibility. Altair's cold, reassuring voice continued to haunt her, like a whisper in the biting winter wind. Amidst the silence that enveloped his room, a voice appeared inside his head, soft yet sharp. It was the voice of Lynx, the inner wolf that lived within her and had long been a part of Enne's soul without her realizing it.

Little did she know that the events that had just transpired would set in motion a chain of events that would change their lives forever. In the shadows, Kael carefully readied himself for the upcoming stage of his safe and carefully thought out scheme. He was the bearer of an exceptional and formidable talent – one that granted him the capacity to create a psychic connection with other individuals. This extraordinary skill enabled him to read their innermost thoughts and subtly influence their feelings, ultimately bending them to his sinister desires. As he concentrated his formidable energy, his eyes began to radiate an eerie, dark glow, signaling the activation of his unique power.

It was a grounding force, pulling me back from the brink of recklessness. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my unborn child within me. The reminder was both soothing and sobering, a beacon of responsibility and love amidst the chaos. My hands, once trembling with determination, now steadied. The knowledge of my pregnancy became a shield, protecting me from the impulsive decisions that desperation might lead me to make. With newfound clarity, I nodded, acknowledging the wisdom in my inner power's words. I couldn't jeopardize the safety of my child by succumbing to rash actions. Instead, I needed to find a strategic approach, one that balanced my determination with the awareness of m

Zadkiel was so glad to see that his friend didn’t even feel the need to authenticate of what Zadkiel said was true or not. “I don’t know what I am but I’m just different. The funny thing is, I feel like I have two personalities because I can hear the thoughts of the “superhuman part of me” inside my mind.” Zadkiel explained in what his opinion was the craziest thing one person could hear. “So, Irvin knows about this? You told him before me?” Abel gave him a sharp look. “That’s the thing. I didn’t tell him. He is same as me and he sensed it.” Zadkiel explained.

Or were there a few shreds of them left clinging to the hope of finding a new patron to make them whole again? “How am I supposed to help them if I don’t know the old ways?” I wasn’t really asking her per say. ‘You must first learn who you are,’ she moved ahead of me, stopping in my path. ‘The more aware you are of what you are fully capable of, the easier it will be to awaken latent abilities in those around you. Trust your instincts. They come from an ancient infallible power beyond the scope of what any of us can understand. They will not steer you in the wrong direction if you listen.’

There was no one else to blame. “I see you’ve worked that out for yourself.” Alma replied as she watched me relax. “What else have you seen?” Ryan asked eagerly. “Though I don’t know the specifics, I sensed that she has suffered great heartbreak and loss. Whatever the cause, those emotions have taken root deep inside her and she struggles to see past them.” Alma explained what we already knew to some extent. “However, she also has an almost supernatural ability to control her outward response to what she feels. ‘Inordinate control’ I believe you called it.”

I could feel her. Not beside me. Not next to me. Through me. Through my soul. The same space I had spent a month trying to reach alone. My breath slowed. I closed my eyes. And this time— I didn’t search blindly. I followed her. There they were. Four distinct sources of power inside me. Clear. Present. Waiting. The first one pulsed at the center of my mind. Gold. Bright. Controlled. Authority woven into thought itself. “This is your Monarch power,” Aella whispered.

“Let the Pulse separate what belongs to you from what belongs to the past. The echoes are lessons, not chains. Do not fear them.” Kane inhaled deeply, centering herself. The Pulse shifted, no longer just a rhythm under her skin but a flow of energy that wrapped around her limbs, her spine, her heart. She moved her hands slowly, letting them brush over the glowing roots. The energy followed her motions, responding to her intention, aligning itself with her heartbeat. She felt it stretch into her senses, sharpening her hearing, enhancing her vision, even heightening her awareness of the subtle shifts in temperature and air.

My body ached from exertion, my chest burned with adrenaline, but my mind was clear. Balance. Not strength. Not dominance. Balance. I turned my gaze toward where Afnan had struggled earlier. His figure shimmered through the gate’s haze, his eyes wide, fighting his own reflection. I realized then that this trial was not just about power. It was about understanding oneself, embracing flaws, and learning to temper raw instincts with wisdom.

With Alex’s help, Nina was able to identify her and her children’s abilities. Nina had three abilities, one had to do with mental abilities. She could influence and control people’s minds to an extent. She could also influence their subconscious. At a time when she could not completely control this ability, she caused a nightmare for someone. Yes, Chloe. Nina had gotten defensive of her children and she had uncontrollably infiltrated Chloe’s subconscious. Later, when Nina overhead Chloe complaining about her dreams, she immediately withdraws her powers. Her second ability had to do with sensing the history attached to objects she touched. Nina remembered how she could remember the history of