Need More Power Novels & Stories

The more lives he takes, the more this world will be in ruins. "I need to be stronger." I glazed up. "I need to be stronger, faster, and smarter than he is because no matter how much power I gain, it's still not enough to defeat a man like Demir." I touch my neck. "I need power so something like this won't happen again. If he has someone backing him up and lending him the power he needs, I must find a way to stop them." The room I woke up in was. Still, there was no noise, and I didn't realize those little creatures were poking their heads at our conversations. I didn't bother to pay attention to them.

“They have to be this big because the power supply is a little battery on the back.” “So you were wrong.” I glare at him from the corner of my eye. “Slightly.” “What else are you wrong about, do you think?” Grant asks snottily. “Ever agreeing to get mixed up with you, for one.” I can’t help but notice the big smile on Dominique’s face. Bitch. Grant just ignores my insult towards him and goes back to the GPS trackers. “Why do they need a battery?” “Because they need an energy source. This isn’t a passive system like Lo-Jack. When we turn these things on, they’ll send out a signal that a satellite can track.”

"Dumbass, to disconnect all mini Aftrollers powered by your mum" "But why is my powers needed if they are already making use of mum's own" I asked. She stopped the bike in front of an abandoned warehouse. "Because she can only power the mini Aftrollers. Yours are needed to power the main Aftroller which will make the whole of Africa bow before America." " Oh now I get". I said as I alighted front the bike and removed the helmet from my head. She made a call and the garage door to the warehouse opened.

Sarah asked, tracking a group of drones that were overhead, their blades buzzing in a haunting, resonant pitch. "The district power station. The substation," Anji said, his voice hard as iron. "It needs a heartbeat stronger than the Tower’s backup batteries to broadcast itself into every home, every phone, and every implant in the city. If it reaches that core, it’s game over. It becomes the signal itself."

Power unused is power uncontrolled. "You are saying I need to use my power more? After spending months learning to restrain it?" "Restraint and use are not opposites. You can be controlled while still using your power regularly." Sebastian stood, pacing. "Think of it like a muscle. If you only exercise during emergencies, that muscle will be weak and unpredictable when you need it most. But if you use it daily, gradually increasing strength, it becomes reliable. Trustworthy." "So what do you suggest? I start using magic to do laundry?" "Actually, yes. Use it for small things. Lighting fires. Healing minor cuts. Moving objects. Weave power into your daily routine until it becomes as natural a

“This plan requires more than claws and numbers.” His gaze moves again. Slowly. To me. The room follows his line of sight. I remain perfectly still. “It requires power,” he says. Ah. There it is. The generals exchange glances. “Power beyond the ordinary.” I feel the faintest tightening in my chest. Is this still about that? About the conversation weeks ago in his private chambers? Him pressing. Insisting. Testing the boundaries of what I would give. He wanted enhancement. Augmentation. Something unnatural layered over his already considerable strength.

I moved on. There was a description about the design. “The device needs to be powered by standard home outlets. However, upon activating the device’s actual function, it will require a stupidly large amount of power. It was physically impossible. Changing some of the parts to be disguised as mana absorbing material, we can store enough mana in each device to power its function. The Dimensional Crystal will also decrease that requirement by a lot and with the correct program, we can minimise the requirement even more. The design is for single use only and since the event that occurs afterward will cause an uproar in both worlds, it won't matter that it can't be used again.

Elena asked, clearly dreading foe answer. "I don't know," I admitted. "The memories I'm drawing upon are incomplete. But I do know that it would enhance everyone within a certain area. Supernatural speed, enhanced strength, keen senses. Enough to give us a fighting chance against superior numbers." "How long?" Garrett asked. "Long enough," I said, although I was not entirely sure that was true. "The power would fade as the magical energy was used up, but it ought to last through a quick strike mission."

"Mana reserves entirely depleted for the central grid. He is empty." "Send the shell to the Refinery," the lead Enforcer commanded, gesturing toward the pneumatic elevator. "The Sovereign's arrival requires a twenty percent increase in the Spire's power output. We need fresh batteries. Proceed with the next harvest." The Enforcers hoisted the hollowed-out engineer to his feet and shoved him brutally into the heavy steel elevator. The doors slammed shut, sealing like a vault, and the elevator plummeted downward into the unseen depths of the continent.

She had built the life around it — the low ward, the Omega classification, the packless quiet, the specific invisibility of a woman who needed her daughter to survive long enough to become what she was supposed to become. She had done all of that alone. I was not going to waste it. "North," I said. Zane looked at me. "You said north," I said. "How far." "Four days walking," he said. "Maybe three if you—" He looked at the silver at my wrist. "The power is going to keep surfacing as it settles. It might make you faster. It might make you stronger. It's going to be unpredictable for a while." "Unpredictable," I said.