Mythology Powers Novels & Stories

“You know daddy’s grandmother was a witch. A human with powers, right?” “Yeah. Your father told me about her. She sounded amazing.” My mother handed me a cup of tea and motioned me to continue. “Well, what daddy didn’t tell you is that if the Goddess blesses us, then as wolves we can have our powers too.” “Your father had powers?” “Yes…” “What can your powers do?” She looked at me and took a sip of her tea. “A lot. Anything really.” I looked into the fire. “It can help me change my scent. It can make someone infatuated with another.”

"Tell me…what do you think power is?" Elena considered. "Strength? The ability to enforce your will?" "Common misconception." Morgan handed her a cup. "Power is the ability to shape reality. Physical strength is just one tool. True power comes from understanding forces beyond the physical." "Like?" "Economics. Information. Perception. Fear. Love." Morgan's smile was sharp. "A goddess-born who masters only physical strength wastes their potential. We're meant to influence the world on every level." "Is that why you built this place? Not just sanctuary but a power base?"

he demanded. “That’s the thing about white oak,” Nyx said pleasantly. “It doesn’t announce itself. Doesn’t give warnings. It just works. Quietly. Steadily. Until one day you reach for your power and find nothing there.” She tilted her head. “Could take days. Could take weeks. But it will happen, Evander. Every dark spell, every corrupt ritual, every piece of yourself you traded for power, all of it, gone.” “There has to be a counter...”

The child did not yet know she had been born into a betrayal. ​Seraphyne lowered her gaze, her face beautiful beyond the limits of mortal imagination. Hair like woven sunlight cascaded over robes intricately embroidered with shifting constellations, while a crown of living, pulsing radiance floated just above her brow. Throughout the countless territories under her vast dominion, temples had been erected in her honor, kings bled for her favor, and millions of faithful offered their desperate devotion each day. She was the High Goddess of Radiance, an undisputed victor of three consecutive Rankings, and one of the most terrifyingly powerful deities in Heaven.

Asmodeus asked, he wanted to know what kind of power Randy would get next. "I don't know either, sir!" "Shall we give it a try?" Asmodeus' suggestion. Randy nodded firmly, he looked more spoiled than when he lived in this world. Randy stood up, Asmodeus followed him. "Now you think about what power you want to have!" Asmodues told Randy to concentrate and think about his next strength. The young man began to focus, concentrate and think about the power he really had, namely the power of lightning like the god Zeus, a mythological god from Greece. A super power that as a child was a fantasy.

You can never reap what you didn't sow. You can only reap what your sow and since you sow evil things, then I'm afraid you have to reap that. I will have to give you a penalty for everything you've done. "Take him in! The queen order as two men walk towards him and kick his leg as they roll him out. Joe power was nothing compare to the queen power. She was the moon goddess of all supernatural world. She was really their creator and she hope since she had long gone, they wouldn't replace her in anyway world.

Right here and right now. Well, I haven't told you that this world I'm in, holds a LOT of secrets. One of those secrets is people with powers. Literal powers. Like one who holds fire without even burning themself. Or one who holds water like it has shape. Unfortunately, only nobles have these strong powers. Peasants or commoners like Pheia doesn't have any though sometimes miracle happened. Some commoners were bestowed with powers but only a few of them have. The healer searched for a possible wound around the man's body. If this man is what she thinks he is. He might be grateful with her generosity and helpfulness that he came back alive.

we both said in unison. “Yes, my sweet children. I brought you here to share with you, your destiny.” Louise and I looked at each other confused, then looked at her. “What do you mean Moon Goddess?” Louise asked. “Please call me Selene. And for centuries wars have broken out for one reason or another. They don’t happen as much anymore but they still happen occasionally. I have brought you here to explain why you both have been given the vision of foresight.” “Foresight? You mean like and oracle?” I asked.

MEANWHILE LAWRENCE'S HOSPITAL His dark pair of cold eyes were wet and red as his both hands were holding the wrinkled hand of his half dead birth giver tightly, expecting her to open her beautiful pearly eyes and look at him again. But there she was lying half dead... unconsciously. Jordan Lawrence was the man of strict and powerful rule, he was known to achieve anything he chooses to achieve with his power. But right here he was helpless. He was freaking helpless for only one thing, he cannot help his mother but to watch her lying on the bed with the support of all those machines attached to her body...

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.