Need More Power の小説・ストーリー

Seek solace in the knowledge that my love for you knows no bounds and transcends the limitations of the physical world. Harnessing your power may seem daunting, but trust in yourself and your abilities. Embrace the challenges that come your way, for they are opportunities for growth and self-discovery. Remember that true strength lies not in the absence of fear, but in the courage to face it head-on. Mastering your power will require patience, perseverance, and a profound understanding of yourself.

He needed extra powers to achieve his goal so he should work harder to get it. That werewolf girl was his key to securing his tribe, he needed her powers but for that he had to get her to trust him first. To be continued!!

I could feel the power of the world responding and bending to my will, urging me to do what I want. I called out, “I will not let you take him from me!” My voice rang out, thundering through the forest, sending a rift of energy through the trees. My vision blurred as the power built, rising higher but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed to make him hear me.

“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?"

Ok, that is uncalled for. “What do you mean? And stop being a narky bitch for five fucking seconds.” I snap back at her when she growls again. “Selene wants you to do this without power. You have become too reliant on it. So. Suck. It. Up.” I cross my arms over my chest and shake my head, pouting like a child. “You know what Cel. Fuck 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?”