Marvels Gifted นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Besides, she adores you. She’d never set you up with a creep.” “True,” Lena conceded. “She does sort of act like my second grandmother.” “With witchy tendencies,” Mara added brightly. “Oh, definitely. She carries enough crystals to open a shop.” They shared a laugh, the kind that made a tight knot unwind in Lena’s chest. Then Mara leaned closer and whispered, “You know she’s a shifter, right?” Lena rolled her eyes. “She told me that, yes. It could also be dementia.” “No. She was dead serious. I googled her family name… there are articles. Old newspaper stuff.” Mara shivered. “If she offers you tea, don’t drink it unless she tells you what’s in it.”

asked the older man. “It was interesting. The subject you teach is also interesting. I never thought that there would be these many supernatural creatures on earth itself,” said Aithusa and the man looked up and said,” You might look young but you have an old soul. Don’t you? And that is the reason that you are here.” “And you are?” asked Aithusa shocked that he would be able to see her so easily. “I am Gifted. I can feel and see things that others cannot. And you are here because you have trouble. And you have come seeking help from me,” said the man and Aithusa could do nothing else except nod.

"The one who came to you three years ago. The one who showed you the vision." I went still. "You knew her?" "She came to me first," Mara said. "She told me she had found someone with a rare ability. A healing gift, stronger than anything she had seen in years. She said the girl was the daughter of Iversen warriors, which meant the ability came from a pure line." Mara looked at her hands. "She wanted to know if she should warn you. Tell you what she had seen in the vision. I told her yes. I thought it would protect you."

My gift came at a cost to my own energy, but it had made me one of the most rarest talents and that's why i came to Gifted academy to harness it. But tonight i was done, i had harnessed my skill and it was time to be fully used. I stood at the corner of the hall with a glass of cocktail on my hand swirling it as I watched the grand hall decorated with white banners, and the proud scent of wolves who had survived the elite program. I watched as they laughed and danced with their family who had come all the way to celebrate them.

He was my most trusted and most helpful-regardless of the fact that I would possibly never say it to his face-he’d been the reason why we’d made it out of many battles and yet still infiltrated many enemies camps without an ounce of knowledge. Mabel had been granted the gift of Water and her husband the power of body, granted power to change shape and form, have an extension of every self in one. Elene had yet to manifest a gift yet but we knew it would be something rather spontaneous judging by the matching of her parents.

Two pinpoint-accurate strikes smashed into the hearts of the other two guards. The terrifying pressure of a pureblood Progenitor exploded in the room. In just an instant, all three elite guards were completely incapacitated. I drifted back to the hall, a cold smirk on my lips. Alistair, you hopeless idiot. You have no idea what kind of monster you just messed with. It seemed I really did need a new ally. Soon, Alistair walked out, carefully holding the luxurious crystal vial of holy blood. Gene trailed close behind. Her breathing was still uneven, and angry red bite marks stained her neck.

The information was too much for Elsie to handle, she swallowed hard then continued " Do you have powers of your own?" "Unfortunately, I don't have any powers. But I would like to invite you to our organization to become an official member. We--" Jasmine began, but Elsie interrupted her. "Wait, wait. Do other reborns have powers?" "Yes..we call them 'gifted.' You might be," Jasmine replied, nodding. "How will you tell if I'm a 'gifted'?" Elsie inquired, her brows furrowed. Everything sounds ridiculous, but being reborn made her believe in them.

“Stumbled upon it, in some old family tree book. What was taken from you?” “Everything, but most importantly my gifts. I was thrown aside because I was gifted then my gifts were stripped by some stupid blood fusion. Even though I was now gift less I was still stripped of my position. It was drilled into my head as a child how dangerous the gifted were. You aren’t dangerous look how weak and pathetic you all are. But I will make you powerful and make people have a reason to fear me and my gifts. I will never be stripped of anything again”

“I know that you were cast out because you questioned the council, because you sought knowledge that they didn’t want you to find. But you’re not a fool. You know something about Melanie. Her bloodline. Her powers.” The historian is quiet for a long moment, his eyes studying me carefully, as though weighing the truth of my words. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and filled with reluctance. “Melanie is not like other wolves. She’s one of the rare 'gifted wolves.' There are very few of them left, and they are almost never born into the packs these days. But they do exist. The gifted are said to be descendants of the Moon Goddess herself.”

“Then you can stand tomorrow morning, address the people, and stand against Lady Maria,” “What about her god-given gifts of fire? She can just burn us all,” “Two of the gifts amongst the pack is the water gift. You have able men who know the detriments of war from their working with the kings. You are over sixty. She’s just one. There a sharp probability that you shall emerge as the winner of the rebellion,” He was silent for a while before looking around for any sight of people. When he saw there was no one in sight, he took out his dagger,