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.

The days following Cassie's came with so much calm and relaxation,knowing that security surrounds the house with its peace. It began to feel normal as days passed by. Victoria drowned herself with campaign work, after King had bought Chen’s company. "Your favorability ratings are increasing rapidly. "Ngozi reported during their morning strategy session at the headquarters. "Voters see you as someone who was attacked by the establishment and came out stronger. That's a powerful image you've created."

“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.

finally bubbling to the surface, my aura darkening the room. I grabbed his jaw, my fingers digging into the bone. "I’m not the boy you broke. He’s buried in a potter's field next to his father. I’m the man who’s going to make you beg for the end. Now. Get. On. Your. Knees." I watched him sink. I watched the great Jaxson Vane, the Devil of the NHL, crumble to the floor because he had no choice. The power shift was absolute. I felt a sick, twisted sense of triumph as I looked down at his bowed head.

It was hollow. “Yes.” Nova answered me. “The power is meant to stay protected by the people that were chosen, it was meant to stay in the land.” She glanced between our arms that were slick with sticky perspiration. “We have done some of our own snooping here.” I went to pull back but she wrapped my arm back around hers. “To see what we were getting in to, we do not want your land. It would not benefit us,” she stated. “Come, I think we have found the entrance.”

Damon acted as a shield for us, who still stared at me. “Pyrokinesis. A new power is born inside Damon. Sometimes it awakens when a strong emotion is called upon or when the body is drained of too much energy and they call upon the power of something greater. But... It's rare. Extremely rare. Only the strongest posses another power.” Michael explained and he still looked at Damon with shock. He didn't even notice the fire lapping at his feet. “Okay, well, how do we stop it?!” Jane shouted, seeing the flames slowly reaching us. I felt heat creeping closer and closer.