Novel Power นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She wanted to see if the Luna who had won a war was still a warrior at heart, or if the love for her mate had made her soft. "And your power?" she asked, her gaze flitting to my hand on my belly. "Is it to be trusted? Is it a weapon, or a shield?" A low purr rumbled in my chest. I looked at Ronan, and he met my gaze, a quiet, unwavering strength in his eyes. "My power is to be trusted," I said, my voice a low, steady murmur. "My power is not a weapon. It is a shield. It is a tool for creation. And it is the foundation of our new world."

“Tell me, then—what is the difference between power and wealth?” “Wealth is possession,” she answered without looking away. “Power is control over outcomes. Wealth can be seized. Power… is negotiated.” The library fell into absolute stillness. That answer wasn’t something a girl in her position was supposed to deliver with such calm certainty. Old Master Shore tapped his cane again—slow, thoughtful. “And which do you intend to have?” “Power.” No hesitation. No apology. Just steel. He watched her. Then, after a long beat, he gave a single nod. “Quite ambitious.”

And if light could push back the shadows… Nova doesn’t just radiate strength—her very presence and power counteracts the dark curse. Nova isn’t just hope… She might be the weapon.

When I eat it, I feel in heaven, it revitalizes me, just like the flow of energy runs through my veins. So I decided to have some more since we ordered extra desserts. I felt the same sensation, my spirit, my desire, and my power; all seems to come back to me. Is this what were my parents talking about? Is this Noah’s special power? I want him even more! I want him back! ‘Now, You realize, fool?’ Duncan barks inside my head, he seems still sulking but I relief his back. ‘That is our Luna’s power! With it, we’ll become invincible!’

“Not now.” Naomi nodded. “They’ve survived by staying just inside plausible deniability. This removes it.” Marcus considered. “They’ll resist.” “They always do,” Naomi replied. “But resistance will finally have a shape.” Nathaniel looked at the city beyond the screen, lights steady, indifferent. “For years,” he said quietly, “I thought power was something you either held or fought.” “And now,” Lillian said. “And now I see it’s often something people borrow from silence,” he replied.

We looked at each other. "Do you think it is deliberate," I asked, though I already knew my own answer. "Power adapts," he said carefully. "It does not disappear. It repositions." "He said he was learning to build without possession," I said. "Yes." "This does not look like building without possession," I said. "No," he agreed. "It does not."

“Power?” I asked in disbelief. How would his daughter having the fire magic help him get Power. “Because Nova will inherit the St Leger title, and with it she would become the matriarch of the family. She will be power. In turn Lucien will be the highest ranking male member of the family. He can control Nova, use her for his own means. All with very little cost to himself.” “I cannot believe that any man, no father, would risk condemning their own child purely for his own gain. It seems so cold hearted.”

"What do you know about the reserve of power? Did he say anything before he took it?" Logan shook his head. "He just asked you if it was the reserve of power and then he took it before anyone could stop him. He already knew what it was before he asked. He came into that dungeon knowing what he was looking for." Oscar looked at the floor. "The reserve of power is concentrated ability that has been stored in that containment for centuries. Whoever drinks it receives a significant surge of power. Strength, speed, ability to influence others." He paused. "Caine must have planned this from the beginning. He was never here for trade discussions."