Is Powerless The First Book Novels & Stories

"She has passed the hurdles of the Nightmare Palace Core Manual, you are not worthy to advise her any longer. "If she steps back now, a peaceful life will await her." The woman tried to reason. "But I would lose the power. A power which I need desperately." Melinda was grateful for her sisters' help, but she wanted to handle this herself. "I have the means to help the Empire flourish. Help my sisters, my family, and myself. Giving that up, will be foolish." "Funny," The woman said sadly. "I said the same words to Ren once. Right before trying to claw his eyes out in pain."

'Is she the leader of the Obsidian Unit? The thought surfaced in Professor Joe's mind-but was immediately dismissed by himself. Impossible. Although this woman was strong, the leader of the Obsidian Unit was an entirely different level of existence. She was the Empire's first female war god, the one who had once forced K Country into a humiliating retreat. That was a legendary figure-radiant, overwhelming, untouchable. How could she possibly be compared to this thin, seemingly fragile girl in front of him? "You... you hit me again?" Pamela clutched her face as she struggled up from the ground, practically grinding her teeth to dust.

Matthew was out on deployment, and I was left with no one, only my thoughts and my burning rage for revenge. Buddha was the first to give me a hug. The rest of the team knew I needed time to sort through my thoughts, but there was nothing like a Buddha hug. Buddha, also known as Patrick Parsons, was a walking contradiction. He looked like the Rock with his bald bronze head, packed muscles, and tattoos cascading up his arms and all over his chest. He looked like a beast, but in reality, he was a gentle giant. Although his personality was soft. His artillery skills were one of the sharpest in the world. His knowledge for weapons and ammunition were out of this world.

"She was an orphan, alone in the big bad world and the world was terrible to her. She was enslaved, raped, tortured, everything cruel you could think of, and it went on that way until the day she decided to end it all. She decided, but the courage to implement her decision eluded her once she had the knife in hand in her master's library, the bright moon shining effortlessly intimidating her weak and frail state. Frustrated at her own cowardliness, she scattered her master's library and when he came up to her, she killed him. Stabbed him in the face, neck, chest, heart, stomach, everywhere. Transferring her anger, frustration and suffering into her first kill. Finally finishing her assault,

Nerves were electrifying my veins, immobilizing me, but somehow my brain was forcing my feet to move on its own, which I had no control over. It's too late to back down.

It didn't feel like I knew what I was doing. We went down for lunch later in silence, disappointed that we didn't find what we were looking for. “What do we do now? Is there anything we can do without the book?” She sighed. “Yes, there is but in order to fully understand your powers, you must have the book. It's handed down from every girl by her mother and it's supposed to help her and guide her on how she can get the best of her powers. Without it, it's just like we don't know who you are. I don't know if you understand. We have to find it.”

Trying to shut both, her eyes and her senses, for what she was experiencing was a hard blow to her self-worth. 'The Raichands! The Princes! The chiefs! All are the same, the wretched mentality of men! Isn't it?' They could use a woman whenever he wanted, however they wanted, making them a pawn in their petty games and then the instant they would realize that the pawn had turned useless and the game was over, they would try to unburden their shoulders the very next moment. And if by any chance, her dear husband believed her to be pawn in his little play-down, then he is the biggest buffoon in the world.

"But Imogen? Whatever you decide about the boys, whatever you decide about your place in this pack...remember that you have power now. Real power. Don't let anyone, including yourself, convince you that you don't deserve to use it." After she left, I stared at the closed door for a long time. Power. The word felt foreign on my tongue, like speaking a language I'd never learned. For six years, I'd been powerless, at the mercy of pack politics, cruel gossip, and the Williams brothers' whims. Now, apparently, I was the Goddess's chosen one, wielding magic that could break ancient blood contracts and make Alpha heirs tremble.

Damien tilted his head, eyes glowing with that strange red light that looked like the devil’s. “Low?” he repeated, admiring the black veins crawling along his arm. His claws glistened like obsidian. “I call it evolution.” I pushed myself to my feet. “You and I both know that it is called foolishness,” I said flatly. “You knew you couldn’t beat me, so you borrowed power that doesn’t belong to you.” He chuckled, flexing his new claws. “You should be thanking me, Kai. You’ve always wanted a competition, right?”

It was unbearable that she absolutely lose all the power to get up, but then she tried to fit in and listen with unequal complaints of people that are mostly told to be living a poorest state. The princess put her hands above her head while slowly processing all the hatred of each of them. Moaning in pain, as it continuously throbbing. She was getting dizzy and unable to make a step away from the book as it was expectedly consuming all her energy till her soul finally get in the mysterious book.