Knowledge Is Power Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"How do you know this?" "Your sister told me. The one who raised you as a sister, anyway." Kade smiled, clearly pleased to have information I supposedly lacked. "She told me everything. Your special identity. Your powers. The fact that you were born to rule the world, and your father was too afraid of your potential to let you reach it." My blood ran cold. He knew about my powers. Lydia had told him. I struggled to keep my expression neutral, to hide the terror clawing at my chest.

I suppose there is only one way to find out. “I’m someone you should be scared of,” I growl. Both Time and Thought look taken aback by my sudden change of tact. Time raises a skeptical eyebrow. “And why might that be?” “Because I have power. A lot of power. I can ruin your life without even thinking twice about it, so I suggest you let me go right now before I have to start admitting things to you that you won’t like me knowing,” I snap. I’m threatening him with the knowledge that only his mate would know about him. Hopefully it will be enough to get me out of here.

I want the world to stop spinning and just be stuck in the moment. Overwhelmed, I was about to go upstairs when Papa called me again. "Sapphire..." "Yes, Papa?" He turned to me with a soft but meaningful gaze. I know that look. That's the look when he's going to teach me a life lesson. He does that almost every day before the night ends. Which is why I got most of my principles from him, other than the novels I read. He always says that 'Knowledge is power'. But knowledge varies. It's up to us to use the right kind of knowledge to use, so that power can be balanced – so that power won't be abused.

Killian attempted to pull away the book from my hand, but I was quick to react. “Not so fast, don't you want to have a little bit of in-depth knowledge about your mate and her powers. She’s a mystery, and this will help.” I turned to the next page, which started on the history of the Lunaris power and how it got into their lineage. I went on and on until I reached a page that was quite interesting to me. A sort of warning to his daughter.

“Did you finally figure it out, little wolf? Took you long enough. Your elders are so secretive and paranoid. They keep all the information locked away to protect it. But what good is all that knowledge and power, when the person designed to wield it doesn’t even know it exists, let alone knows what to do with it now that she is aware?” A nail runs down the side of my cheek. How is she moving when everything else is still? She leans in close to my ear. “Give me your power, and I will let you and your little pack of pups live. Give me the power and all of this ends.” She simpers.

He took another puff, and loosened his clenched fist that held nothing but pain. “Then there were the Magi, sporting power as a privilege, arrogant and conceited. They are not like those from the School, tempered and forged to a different mettle. How was I to know that, then, know that they offered another path. My blind, foolish fear closed doors to you that were not my right to close.” “The only thing I ever wanted, father, was knowledge to control what was growing within me,” Kevin said, gently.

She visits me every few days and in between those sessions, we fucked each other. she thinks I will marry her if she helps me to get the kingdom to me. but she doesn't know that I m just using him she is just a chess piece for me to get the kingdom to me, after I get kingdom to me I will kill her. without knowing her. Authors note: This is my first book based on supernatural power, please read and give me support .

Theia calls, my feet suddenly rooted in place. I find myself walking towards the unknown, pushing forward next to the Great Mother, the only sound is the melody of the cottage, “Knowing too much is just as dangerous as knowing too little.” My guardian whispers. “Do not let the greed of knowledge poison your future.” She warns. “Trust that we will follow our path without this limitation.” I stop. “Limitation?” I ask my guardian. “Knowledge is power.” “Mother of Alphas, maker of Kings!” The voices call in a hissing whisper, beckoning me to move closer.

"I am the owner of this plane." He looked around proudly. "It's called the Place of Knowledge." He paused for a second. "I gave it that name myself." Then he shrugged casually. "I planned on changing it eventually, but… nah. I'll manage for now." My breathing grew heavier from pain and anger. "You're insane," I growled. "No," he corrected softly. "I simply asked for knowledge beyond limits… and unlike my brother, I actually understood the cost of power." Then slowly, he reached toward my face. I tried pulling away, but the rod through my chest held me in place.

I don’t know whether my name passes between them at breakfast, in bed, over dinner. Not knowing feels like suffocation. I’ve always believed that power announces itself loudly, through wealth or authority or the right to command. I understand now that the most complete form of power is knowledge: who is sleeping where, what’s been said, which fear is growing, which loyalty is weakening. And suddenly, I have none. By late afternoon, June has gone home and Ashcroft sits in polished silence around me. Every room is ready, every surface clean, every fire that might be needed laid but unlit. There’s nothing left for me to do, and the emptiness of that fact is almost unbearable.