Master Your Emotions Novels & Stories

"Fire is the physical manifestation of your inner state… your fear, your anger, your pain, your desire. Every strong emotion you feel feeds the flames. And when those emotions are chaotic, uncontrolled, the fire becomes chaotic and uncontrolled too." He turned to face her fully now, his ancient eyes sharp and focused. "To master your fire, you must first master yourself. Your emotions must become tools you can pick up and put down at will, not forces that sweep you away. The fire shouldn't control you, Callie. You should control it." "How do I do that?" "Through discipline. Through practice. Through learning to find stillness even in chaos." He gestured toward the waterfall. "Which is where

“I know you know who I am, Lyra. I know you know the things I’ve done. My deeds are legend. And what have you done in your life? Your power is enough to impress your mates, I’m sure. They’ve made you feel important. But now you’re facing someone much stronger than yourself, and you really don’t stand a chance.” The wind whips more fiercely around me, and overhead, a storm cloud breaks. “You telegraph your feelings so blatantly,” he says. He’s smiling. “I’ll teach you to control that. You can’t allow an enemy to know so much about your emotional state. It just makes it easier to defeat you. You’re showing me your weaknesses right now.” “My emotions don’t make me weak,” I say. It’s true. I kno

Artemis said, leaning a little closer and looking at me with a softer face, “You strong and have big power. Danger come with emotion. Be calm, relax and stay control. Be sad or angry, maybe hurt on mistake” I let his words resonate a bit as I swirled them around in my head. If I remain calm and not get too emotional, then I can keep control of my powers, but if lash out because of sadness, or anger, or fear, I could hurt someone, maybe kill someone. My mind instantly went back to what happened in the library. A pain stung in my chest at the realisation that I could have really hurt my new family. With the way my hormones have been behaving lately and the never-ending supply of new and unknow

"The magic is getting stronger. Every day it's harder to contain." _*]:min-w-0"> "Then maybe you shouldn't contain it. Maybe you should learn to direct it instead." _*]:min-w-0"> "Direct it where? Everything I touch warps. Every emotion I feel reshapes reality around me. How do I direct something that responds to unconscious thoughts?" _*]:min-w-0"> "By making those thoughts conscious. By choosing intention instead of reacting to fear." He pulled me close despite the risk. "Your father taught you manipulation. Now you need to learn creation."

I was still weak. Echo's eyes stared into me, her arms folded tightly across her chest as her body language spoke to me "You think you are strong, but you are not," her words cold "Being a warrior isn't all about how well you can fight, or how many punches you can land," she paused as her eyes studied me "It's also about your capacity to control your emotions. Work with your wolf to sync your abilities and power together. You are still wild, your wolf has too much control over you," "I'm sorry," I sighed as my eyes dropped to the ground "I'm letting my anger get the better of me again. I need your help to get past this state of mind,"

My emotional and physical state is always top priority. "So, so good. Thank you, Master," I'm not teasing him. I need his dominance. I want it. I have to have what only he can give me. "I don't think you realize that word changes everything," he began. "I know what it means. I was holding back before, everything. I've had time to analyze my thoughts and behavior. I know what I desire. I'll still be a brat, and I'll only say this once, I want all of your dark. I want your mastery over me. I might kick and scream sometimes, but ultimately, I'm yours to do with as you please, Master."

“My father taught me how to make my mind fortified and strong. I wouldn’t have done it if I had had another choice, but I didn’t. Her mind was sealed up tightly. Anyways, when I want to use that gift, I imagine dipping my fingers into the well, saturating them, and allowing my gift to flow freely.” A sigh left me, my lips pressing a kiss to her finger. My mate was very fucking intelligent. She would have tried another way if there had be a better option. She led me through some breathing exercises because gaining perfect control of my gift would require me to always be in firm control. Unfortunately, uncontrollable emotions could cause the gift to backfire, hurting those who needed protectio

“In my case, I feel like I’m the one being mastered.” “Then…” Joghsec drawls the ‘n’ sound, prompting me to look at him again. He has a sparkle in his eyes as he says, “…put a leash on the master?” I smile. Somehow, his words axed down the rock that rose in my head, a serenity I hadn’t felt in a long while claiming me. I can even visualize the clear line between now and the previous livid state I found myself in. “I’ve never felt this good in a long time,” I whisper. Cold air brushes my face, and I blink as stray strands rest on my lashes.

“Your emotions are beginning to intertwine. You feel his anger, and he feels your pain… but amplified.” I swallowed. “That explains a lot,” I muttered. “How do I stop it?” I asked. “For now,” she said, “you must keep your emotions under control. Do not allow them to surge. Keep yourself calm, steady… and find a way to make him cooperate by making him happy.” I let out a tired breath. “I don’t even know how to make him happy,” I admitted. “You will,” she said calmly. “In time.” I hesitated for a moment before asking the question that had been lingering in my mind.

He whispered. "Controlla te stesso e questa dannata sensazione. È solo una fottuta amante. Solo un'amante nient'altro!" He mumbled to himself nodding in his head. (-Control yourself and this damn feeling. She's just a fucking mistress. Just a mistress nothing else!) He made his mind. He wouldn't be bothered by whatever she does anymore. She can do the fuck she wants he wouldn't give two fucks about it like he was unbothered by his previous mistresses.