Need More Power Novels & Stories

“Maybe we should bring this to Gage, he needs to know that you are not getting stronger. What if something happens?” “Jade I’ve already told you, you have my powers. Just use your anger to summon them to the surface. You will get weak, I want to see if you get weak using them but how?” she said continuing to pace. “Maybe we could get Gage to bring someone to test them, we need to find Gage and see if he has someone we can use.” “Okay,” Jade said.

"The villa has two power lines, doesn't it?!" Someone snapped, "So what?! There is no power now! Who is in charge of logistic support? Why didn't he prepare a backup power supply?!" Someone cursed, "No one said to prepare one! Even if the FBI goes out on a mission, they will not bring a backup power supply unless they go to the Middle East or Afghanistan! With so much equipment and power, what kind of backup power supply can meet the needs? A Cummins diesel generator? Should I get a power truck for you?"

“Keep this a little tense for now. This is where your power will come from.” “M-my power?” I stuttered slightly, but it didn’t seem like he noticed the way my breath hitched, which caused the stutter. “Think of it as a spring. Every movement you make, you will be using your core muscles. The stronger your core, the more powerful your attacks. You will also need a strong core for balance.” Axton’s touch became a little light, sending goosebumps all over my body. “What do I do with my arms?” I asked, as I tried to focus on everything he was teaching me, instead of how his touch was affecting me.

"I'm going to win this competition, Cayden. You'll see." "We'll see about that," he replied with what might have been the ghost of a smile before walking away. I stood alone in the training area for a few minutes, processing everything that had happened. A light crystal. That's what I need. When I got back to my dorm room, I immediately went to examine my half-finished weapon. Now that Cayden had mentioned it, I could see exactly what was missing. The blade was decent, the handle was functional, but there was no power source. Without a crystal to amplify its energy, it would be little more than an expensive letter opener.

"What have you done to my powers. I need them back." "Oh! I'm scared. Please don't forget talk to me like that because I don't like it at all. And for your information, I have done nothing to your powers. And why would I have a problem with your powers when I'm ten times more powerful than you,huhh?"

“Or you’ll lose your chance.” “Harvested?” Elias asked, his voice low. “Her power. Her blood. Her link to the old magic. It can be severed—siphoned—transferred.” “To whom?” John asked. Veza looked directly at me. “To her replacement.” I smiled. Cold and satisfied. “I’m ready.” Samantha stirred. Her fingers twitched. Her head turned, brows pinched as she groaned. “She wakes,” Veza rasped. I stepped forward, letting my voice drip honey. “Hello, darling. Sleep well?”

“I made extra. Use it every day—or at least until your full power activates. Then your instincts will take over, and you won’t need it anymore.” Caron nods. “It’s an advanced gift. You’ll need to practice with it. But this will help, at least for now.”

I helped him up and I noticed the slight changes in his emotions. I felt a pain in my leg but I decided to ignore it. I treated the hands, tied them up so they could stop bleeding. “What do you want?” “Power! Yes, I want power…..I need to be strong and powerful, I need to stand upright and defend myself and I can only do that if you give me a chance.”

she inquired. Clarice shakes her head. “Not yet.” “Alright, tonight you will need more power infusion, the highest kind," Demetria explained. Clarice’s brows drew together. “What do you mean?” “Your current strength is the same as that of an ordinary vampire. You will need more power to stand out and become a true powerful guardian of this mountain,” Demetria explained. “Nice. Bring it on!” Clarice replied enthusiastically.

My hands stayed cold and empty, no warmth, no light, nothing. "It's not working," I said, frustration creeping into my voice already. "It takes time. Nobody masters this in a single morning." Halric's voice stayed calm, the voice of a man who clearly taught plenty of skills before this one even if never quite this specific gift. "Try focusing on intention instead of memory. What do you want the power to do, right now, at this moment?" "I want it to work." My voice came out sharper than I meant it to. "I want to stop feeling like a liability everyone's arguing over whether to trade away. I want to actually be useful for something besides bleeding out from using it by accident."