Novel Power Novels & Stories

The power hung in the air evenly matched and fighting against each other but getting nowhere. My body began to vibrate. I could feel something new pumping through my veins, something powerful. The sight of seeing the men I loved about to kill each other had fille dme with an indescribable feeling of electricity. I looked down and saw my hands and body glowing with a bright white light. I wiggled my fingers, not sure what was happening to me. The feeling was powerful, so powerful I didn't feel like I was controlling my own body Instead this power was controlling it. I floated between Damien and Gabe., not sure what I was doing but not scared of their power either. I put my hands out to either

I know this not because I can see you but because I was afraid too and because anyone who is not afraid at this point is not paying attention. *Here is what I want you to know.* *The power is not separate from you. That is the thing they never understood — the ones who wanted to take it, to weaponize it, to use it for purposes it was never designed for. They thought of it as a resource. Something that could be extracted and redirected. They were wrong.*

Upgrade successful. The newly formed tendril came towards me and I grabbed hold of it. There was a jolt as I accessed the power of a god. It was amazing — like sticking your hand into the national grid and becoming living energy. I looked over at Jenny, motionless. I had wondered if losing her would be worth whatever I might gain. Now I wondered if losing this would be worth getting her back. I’m not used to feeling powerful. I’m not even used to feeling refreshed after a good night’s sleep, so having the power of a god flowing into me was quite the novelty. Really got the blood flowing.

“Because once you cross that line, you do not get to pretend things can go back to normal.” Dante sat up too, his bare feet hitting the floor. “Normal was an illusion,” he said. “I just did not know it yet.” He stood and walked to the window, pushing the curtain aside. The city was already awake, cars moving, people rushing into lives that felt simple compared to the mess unraveling inside his chest. “My uncle taught me everything about power,” he continued. “He always said information is currency. Control what people know, and you control what they do.”

It slams into the door just above their heads before Gregory vaults over them, a shield of the same crackling energy covering us as we begin to move through the doorway. Gregory’s ability to mimic Morgana’s powers surprises her, giving Jamal the time to step into the room after his mate. His power fills the space, nullifying all the goddess gifts of those within a 100-foot radius (we checked). That includes all the witches’ powers. The only ones that won’t be affected by Jamal’s power are Arya and me. Our gifts aren’t Goddess-given but Goddess-like. He can’t take away what is part of the Goddess.

I didn't know how to react. Zavier quickly stepped forward and held my hand. "Did you hear everything? In that case, we'll drop our act. It's been tough putting on a show for so long. Don't you feel sorry for us, Alex? We feel so sad…" The numbers above their heads decreased steadily. 98%... 96%... 95%... But still, they shouldn't abuse the power bank! After all, overcharging would damage the power bank. As my consciousness gradually waned yet again, I looked at the three 100% battery levels and shed soundless tears in my heart.

Not threat. Meredith slowly lowered her hand, her gaze flickering from the shattered remnants to Novah’s face. "Child… Novah," she corrected herself hastily, remembering the earlier command. "What… what *was* that?" "Not madness," Novah stated, the words feeling like stones dropped into the tense silence. She took a deliberate step away from the mess, towards the window. The pack’s pulse washed over her again – the sharp spike of alarm from the guards stationed just down the corridor, reacting to the noise; a ripple of grim understanding, like distant thunder, from deeper within the Keep’s heart; Torin’s unwavering, granite-like focus; and Meredith’s turbulent mix of fear, love, and protecti

Not only that, but the setting will be post-apocalyptic, where the survivors have varying degrees of psychic powers. Most people will have low-level abilities, such as telepathy and empathy. Some will have incredible powers able to manipulate the physical world with their minds, such as telekinesis and precognition. A handful will be able to literally warp what’s real with a thought (sometimes carelessly). The novel will explore similar themes of power and corruption, but mostly fresh ones regarding reality and perception. Specifically, the differences between natural reality vs manufactured reality, and truth vs disinformation. Kinda like what we’re seeing politically across the globe.

Through her presence, I would move. And when the moment came, I would strike without ever standing in the throne room. After bringing Nova to the cave, I began preparing for the process,her power was the extra thing I needed. The cave was cold and damp, lit only by the faint glow of the symbols carved into the stone floor. Nova laid where I had placed her, too weak to resist, though her body still trembled with fading strength. She had a powerful essence—rare, potent. It would have been wasteful not to use it.

I comb my hair down, and catch my reflection in the mirror, allowing myself a small, controlled smirk. I take the journal, and lock it in my safe behind the towel rack in the bathroom. Heavier than it looks, that little book. Paper and ink shouldn’t feel like leverage, yet it does. Like holding a pulse in my palm. People think power comes from guns, money, men who answer when you call. They’re wrong. Power is knowing someone’s secrets. Power is knowing the exact sound they make when they’re lonely. I rest my hand on the safe door for a second longer than necessary, exhaling slowly.