My Power Is Maximumer Novels & Stories

"Your little show and betrayal has gone far enough." Iepa opened her mouth to respond. And Max roared. So. Loud. My teeth rattled together. No, wait. My bones did, too. And the entire house shook so violently from the sound I felt the family magic struggle to keep it on the foundation. "It does not have to be this way," Max said as my ears cleared from ringing. "And you know it. A choice of power source from the demon realm can be made instead." I wanted to high five him before flipping both maji the finger, but chose instead to grasp my sister's power from Ameline's grip and rip her free.

"But the kinetic resistance is too high for standard claws. Xander, I am going to execute a Total Hardware Overdraw on your core. I am giving you everything I have left." "Do it!" Xander growled from the smoke below. "Max out my utilization!" I extended my hands, channeling the entire remaining reserve of my 100% draconic power straight down our trunk line. I didn't save any bandwidth for my own defenses. I poured every volt of golden lightning into his soul. *** Xander's POV *** 🚨 SYSTEM OVERDRAW: CORE UTILIZATION AT 999%.

“It was dark, from what I heard, ma’am. The person who drugged you… they turned off the power.” I frowned. “But how is that possible?” My voice was sharper now, edged with confusion. “They’d have to know this place inside out to even figure out where the breaker is.” Lucy paused at the door, hand gripping the frame, then looked over her shoulder. “Don’t stress yourself too much, ma’am. I’m sure Mr. Blackwood is sorting everything out with your father.”

When neither of them had the absolute power to suppress the other, they could compete with each other in strength. The old man in the blood-red robe was conceited that he had endless power. After all, countless creatures had just died here. The resentment and blood had not dissipated yet, which were the sources of his power. Jason, who had reached the peak of his cultivation and had lived for 5,000 years, was sure that he had no bottom line especially after swallowing the thousand-year-old ginseng. Therefore, both of them were happy to see the current situation and confident in themselves.

finally bubbling to the surface, my aura darkening the room. I grabbed his jaw, my fingers digging into the bone. "I’m not the boy you broke. He’s buried in a potter's field next to his father. I’m the man who’s going to make you beg for the end. Now. Get. On. Your. Knees." I watched him sink. I watched the great Jaxson Vane, the Devil of the NHL, crumble to the floor because he had no choice. The power shift was absolute. I felt a sick, twisted sense of triumph as I looked down at his bowed head.

He had taken an urgent team-building order from a large company that afternoon, earning over 100 dollars just from the delivery fees and tips. Watching him drive away on his motorcycle, I smiled involuntarily. My "powerful words" used to be a knife hanging over others' heads, a jinx that only brought disaster, but after leaving that dark place full of suspicion and malice, the power had transformed into a blessing that could bring good fortune. The wind chimes jingled, and a beautiful woman in plain clothes walked in. She was the young police officer who, despite the Shaw family's pressure, had insisted on collecting evidence to uncover the truth in the emergency room corridor.

I felt so trapped and exposed. MidnightMVP: I’m sorry. That weight is heavy. You’re stronger than this mess though. One breath at a time. I’m always on your side. Send the pic. I’ll roast it with you. I sent it quickly. MidnightMVP: Okay, he pulls off broody well. But damn, you two have real spark. Tension jumping off the screen? LensCrusher: Tension? More like I want to shove him away. But talking to you… it stops the tears every time. Thanks for getting me without judgment.

I came here because-" I began. "I know why you came here. I've almost been expecting you. My sister is thirteen and fast becoming a woman. Her power is getting out of control, isn't it?" Max replied basically stealing the words from my mouth as he dragged himself to one of the many chairs in a stiff fashion.

Tyr couldn’t contain his doubts any longer and finally asked. Maxime gave a small smile. Without hiding anything, he replied, “Yes. I am 140 years old this year. I rely on these lamps to keep my body from deteriorating. However, although I can borrow the power of Mother Earth, these lamps bestow a great side effect to me in return. I’m the one to blame. It’s a bad habit I picked up when I was younger. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have used this thing.” Tyr detected a trace of disgust in Maxime’s tone when it came to the Septuple Lamps. Tyr didn't know what kind of backlash the Septuple Lamps would cause, but based on the way Maxime put it, this backlash wasn’t something ordinary people could handle