Novel Power Novels & Stories

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.”

"I don't know either. I can't sense the current situation." The blind woman said, shaking her head slightly. The power was so strong that it almost covered everything. Even she was shocked by some of the martial intent contained in it. “No wonder Jason once said that even he was jealous of Little Apple's foundation. With such a huge inheritance, how far will the child go in the future?” the blind woman thought. The most terrifying thing was the bloodline power. She had fought with the survivors of the Inuit countless times, so she could clearly feel that the bloodline power was more terrifying than the pure bloodline power of the Inuit.

energy. He looked at me like I was a minor inconvenience and maybe a little fun, like he’d already guessed my stats and was giving me a passing grade out of pity. Hot. So hot it was infuriating. Like, how dare you not want to fall at my feet? What’s wrong with you? Why do I like it? I remember the way he bantered—verbal foreplay, quick and sharp. The upstairs hookup was… Jesus. I’m grinning into my pillow, helpless to stop the shit-eating smile on my face. He fought me for control, bit my bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark, raked his nails down my back, and left me somewhere between worship and exorcism.

I answered “Explain.” She said I leaned slightly forward. “Power doesn’t protect anything.” Adrian gave a quiet laugh. “That’s a bold claim from someone who holds quite a lot of it.” “Power creates enemies,” I said calmly. “More power simply creates more enemies.” Voss spoke for the first time in several minutes. “That is a very old truth.” I nodded slightly toward him. “But power also attracts something else.” I continued Helena tilted her head slightly. “And what is that?”

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.

Right here and right now. Well, I haven't told you that this world I'm in, holds a LOT of secrets. One of those secrets is people with powers. Literal powers. Like one who holds fire without even burning themself. Or one who holds water like it has shape. Unfortunately, only nobles have these strong powers. Peasants or commoners like Pheia doesn't have any though sometimes miracle happened. Some commoners were bestowed with powers but only a few of them have. The healer searched for a possible wound around the man's body. If this man is what she thinks he is. He might be grateful with her generosity and helpfulness that he came back alive. I hope so.

Let her think she was stepping into power. Let her cut the chain. He’d written the mine beneath the floorboards she just claimed. And now? He would wait. Let her run. Let her rage. Let her think she had broken free. And then he’d come forward— Not as the brother who tried to kill her. But as the stabilizer who offers to clean up the mess. Because no one follows a flame forever. Eventually… they want the man who promises water. Nova wasn’t watching the vote anymore. She was tracing legacy threads buried beneath Eden’s rewrite the ones Marcus had used to access the system’s pre-core.

“It’s stronger than even I anticipated. Breaking them requires more than simple violence to do so. It's not that easy" “You told me it was a weakness.” he snapped, the vein in his head popping. “And it is,” I said, rising from the desk and gliding toward the massive bookcase behind me. The air shifted around me, temperature dipping as the lights in the room flared gently. “But it’s also a source of power. Love always is. The kind of power that can twist, if you know where to press.” I traced a long finger along the worn spines of my books until I found the one I wanted.

“When do I learn to control the power?” “It’s not the power you have to control, Serenity. It’s the after-effects. Your power is the ability to write on your skin and control demons. The pain is the side-effects.” Noah stood and walked to the door, turning back to her for a moment. “That’s what’s going to kill you.”

Donovan inquires with a scoff. “The Novas could be the most powerful pack on the continent.” I exclaim. Honestly, these people have no vision! “We could overtake the Calypsos if we invested in building our power rather than keeping the peace.” “Oh, so that’s your plan.” Aiden assesses shrewdly, “terrorise everyone so they’ll support a war to take control of the continent.” The young man looks more and more disgusted with every word.“That kind of power is only good for those who stand to gain. You don’t give a damn about the people.”