Novel Power Novels & Stories

“Wowwwww! This is amazing! Wait, why do you want a girl to handle the role?” “I developed new magical powers that can only be introduced to a women.” “Are you serious? I have never heard of it.” “Because I wanted it to be a secret. What people don't know, they cannot destroy.” “What are the new powers called?” “The power of the pussy.” The hair on my skin rose. There was something intriguing about the name but it also sounded very deep. “The power of the pussy? Hmm, that sounds very new. What is it all about?” “Torture sex.”

I justify it. Cursing, I yell. I just told the fucking king what my powers were. “What do you mean your power is mind control?” Nikolas looked at me, surprised, “Your royalty?” What? I think. What was he talking about now? “Who says I’m royalty? What the fuck do you mean?” I asked furiously. “Your powers are from royalty, that’s true,” Nikolas explained, “Only royalties, strong descendant, can have the power of mind control,”

She was asking me to think before I moved. I looked back at Marcus. The anger in my chest was cold and specific. This was the other type, the type that was the result of knowing how precisely an error had been committed and what it had cost. "The First Power," I said. "You called it that." "That is what the texts name it," Marcus said. "It is imprecise. The older accounts contradict each other on what it does and what it is. But they are all in agreement on the most important point, that it is not controllable in the sense that the Royal power is controllable."

He had read the power of Telekinesis. Logan found it, and he immediately sat on the sofa. then began to read the book with the crimson cover. There is written a title "The Immortal Life" Logan reads that part, there are writings of the owners of the powers that are in the immortal word. 'An ordinary human can have a fairly large power, from the past until changing times. The owners of the greatest power are those who are bestowed with a power called teleportation. The possessor of this power is one of the rare humans. Because not all human bodies can accommodate that power.

Once we hear her gently snoring and we know Nova’s definitely out Peter broches the elephant in the room. “So… Nova can control fire.” He says clicking his tongue, trying to sound casual “That’s the first Royal wolf to be able to do that in how many generations Al?” “Six” I tell him. “Six. We thought it was no longer a power. We didn’t think there were wolves strong enough to contain it anymore. In fact, Nova not having a waking wolf at the moment makes what we saw almost impossible” I say, confirming what we already knew. Today we witnessed what we thought was not possible.

Author's POV Power rarely announced itself with fireworks. Most of the time, it crept in quietly, through policies, signatures, quiet meetings in glass rooms where no one raised their voice but every word weighed a ton. And Senator Isla Hart was becoming very powerful. Not the kind of power that demanded attention. The kind that made people uncomfortable only once they realized it was already too late.

I needed him to let go of his grip on me, but more importantly, I needed him to move away from Novalee so Audrey could have space to work. During our previous studies together, Novalee had explained exactly how her family magic worked. They could share power, but it functioned like a slow-acting poison in the recipient’s veins. Only the one who originally lent the power could safely drain it back out. If it stayed in Novalee too long, it would kill her. I swallowed through the pressure on my windpipe, staring directly into Luka’s crazed eyes. I was buying Audrey time. Audrey grabbed her mother’s hands again. She closed her eyes, a fierce, desperate concentration crossing her face. A faint, g

I said, “I believed them. I thought power was something other people gave you. A title. A bond. A curse. A prophecy.” I placed a hand over my own chest. “I was wrong,” I said simply. “Power isn’t what they hand you. It’s what you claim. For yourself. And then, if you choose, for the people you love.” I let the words settle. “I claimed mine,” I said. “On an altar. In a council room. In a hospital hallway. In a classroom full of sticky‑fingered pups. Every time I said, ‘No. Not like this,’ I was rewiring something that had been rotting for generations.”

"Geez, Henry, why are you lying on the floor like a stray dog?" He had completely shed his weak and pitiful facade from earlier, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Do you want to know who put the peanut powder in the drink?" He squatted down, shining the flashlight directly into my eyes. "It was me. I just wanted to see who's more important to Dad, Mom, and Violet: you, their biological son and brother, or me, who is adopted. Guess what? Even though you're related by blood, in their eyes, you're not even fit to carry my shoes!"

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...