Moves Affected By Sheer Force Novels & Stories

"It did not trip. Its kinetic trajectory was arrested in mid-air at precisely ninety-four percent velocity. Its heart rate dropped by sixty percent in less than two hundred milliseconds." "That wasn't physical force," Valerius spat, stepping closer to Thaddeus, his bare, heavily scarred forearms flexing as his dark claws extended an inch from his fingertips. "That was an aura shockwave. A compressed, high-grade Alpha Command pulse. It hit the beast’s brain like a cold iron spike."

Then they moved. Winter struck next—fast, testing, a diagonal cut aimed at August’s left shoulder. August parried with a sharp upward block, steel ringing against steel. The impact vibrated up both arms. Winter didn’t pause; he pivoted, bringing the blade around in a low arc toward August’s ribs.

He lunges again. I meet him this time. No hesitation. No distance. We collide. Force against force. His hand catches my arm again but this time I don’t let him control it. The metal responds instantly. Wrapping. Binding. Snapping around his wrist like a living thing. He reacts fast—twisting, breaking part of it—but not all. I push forward. The ground cracks again beneath us. A shockwave ripples outward. Dust. Debris. Air splitting under pressure.

A fraction of a second later, the dome of energy expanded outward in a violent, catastrophic Force Push—a physical shockwave of pure, compressed Alpha authority. VROOOOOOM. The impact was instantaneous and absolute. Duncan Alonso, the Supreme Alpha of the South, and Oscar Wayne, the dominant Mountain Natural Alpha, were hit squarely in the chest by the invisible tidal wave. The immense physical force lifted both six-foot-plus, partially-shifted warriors completely off their feet. They flew backward through the air like lightweight ragdolls, their bodies hurtling through the darkness before crashing heavily into the gravel at the very end of the alleyway—a full twenty feet away from the baker

And that steadied something in me. Because that was the fear, wasn’t it? That becoming more meant disappearing. But I hadn’t disappeared. I had changed form. I focused again. Testing. Trying to act. To move. And something happened. The flow shifted. Not because I forced it. Because I influenced it. Small. Subtle. But real. My chest tightened. “I can affect it.” “Yes.” “How much?” A pause. Then. “Relative to alignment.” “Meaning?” “The more you align, the more influence you have.”

Something flashed across its expression. The force behind its movement increased suddenly, pressing against my resistance with sharp intensity. My feet shifted slightly against the ground as I held it back, my breath tightening as the pressure grew. The energy inside me responded instantly, rising higher, stronger, pushing back without hesitation. Kael tried to move again and was thrown back. Not by the figure but by me. The realization hits hard. I had not meant to do that. But the power did not hesitate. It did not differentiate. It only reacted.

Zayn stood up suddenly and came to the front of Matthew in a blink of an eye, landing a seemingly casual palm strike on the latter’s flaring punch. Matthew was severely injured at once. A tidal force surged toward him, making him feel like a speeding car had just rammed into him. Unable to withstand the force, he stumbled back. The high momentum forced him to keep riding the driving power to stave it off while his shoes had burst apart due to the pressure. Matthew looked rather deplorable as he was barefooted now.

Boulders the size of small cabins roared down the mountainside, threatening to sweep us all into the abyss. "Against the wall!" Ronan roared, shoving me hard against the cliff face, shielding me with his own body. My instincts screamed. Without conscious thought, I extended my hands, pushing outwards. I didn't summon earth, or water. I summoned pure force. A shimmering, invisible wall erupted from my palms, meeting the tumbling rocks with an echoing thrum. The force vibrated through my bones, but the rockslide, instead of crushing us, was deflected, veering slightly outwards, cascading into the chasm with a deafening roar.

But the last minute change got into Logan's head, and he couldn't keep the ball out of the net. That's how the ricochet effect began. I couldn't seem to block for shit. Daniel kept kicking too wide. The stress of the change, and probably more so the curiosity about what was wrong with Santos, just killed our stride. Even Luca Montoya, who is usually one of our more reserved players, pulled a yellow card and had to rein in his defense so he didn't get tossed out. It was brutal. So while the Earthquake fans are celebrating loudly in the stands, the Texas Mutiny is walking off the field, with our tails tucked firmly between our legs. Not just in shame, but possibly in anticipation of our asses

Just like before, vines appeared at the last moment, trying to change the trajectory of the tiger king's punch. "Won't work, twice!" Tiger king said with a straight face as flames appeared around his fist. As the vines grabbed his hand trying to change his trajectory, but they weren't able to do anything as they were immediately torn apart as Tiger king had used the law of strength in this punch as well. The remnants of the vines holding his hand were burned to ashes.