Over-powered Novels & Stories

It would be hard if they did not have enough strength when they arrived at the main city. The soul power of a Supreme Overlord should be enough to deal with all crises. In the real world, partial Overlord Realm was completely enough. The upgrade of mind power would not improve combat power, but it was still helpful in terms of defense, so it was not useless. After shaking his body, David seemed more energetic. His eyes were brighter as if they could see through everything in the world. He looked even more charming in everything he did. He was already handsome so in addition to his energetic looks and extraordinary temperament, he was like a walking pheromone.

Overtaken by anger, I gasped in shock as her words struck me hard. Unable to control myself, I forcefully loosened her grip from my hair, ignoring the stinging ache that spread across my head while I pushed her with all my might, grinning darkly in satisfaction as her butt hit the floor. She was strong, but not as strong as I am. I am an Opal wolf, ten times stronger than a regular wolf. Blinded by rage, I walked over her, circling her like a predator about to snack on its prey while the quadruplets watched in bewilderment.

PHOEBE The absolute best way to break a hyper-optimized machine isn't to hit it with a heavy kinetic hammer. It is to feed its interface a continuous, unyielding stream of perfectly flawless data that yields absolutely no actionable result. It is to let the administrative gears turn inside a massive data vacuum, forcing the central processing units to manual-log an artificial thermal overload as they search endlessly for a logical system error that does not exist. At exactly 08:00 hours sharp, I officially initiated my policy of total psychological non-cooperation.

If he only knew that sex is the easy way to convince Gab, he would've totally did it nonstop. "I would love to." He answered. "Hmm. But aren't you forgetting something, dork?" Gab asked in a mischievous manner causing him to turn and look at him. "What is it?" Maze asked while frowning and saw how Gab's lips turned into a triumphant smile. "I won. I survived your manhandling without cursing which only means one thing..." Gab hanged off his words but Maze knew very well what he meant. It's all the time when he wanted to shiver not because of the cold water but because of one thing. Gab will be the top.

That was the moment I knew this was over. Not tonight, we were past that point already. No, this was the moment I realized that whatever I’d been telling myself about control was nothing but a lie I’d been hoping would stick. I moved before I could stop myself. My hand came up, curling around the side of her neck. I held it just enough to feel the rapid pulse under my thumb. She gasped and that sound nearly undid me. “You’ve been pushing me all day,” I said, each word deliberate, each one heavier than the last.

But we were faster, more agile, weaving through his relentless attacks, searching for weaknesses. We moved in perfect synchronization, our claws tearing at the their dark flesh. Black blood spilled across the battlefield, but each wound healed almost as quickly as it was made. The Overlord's mate, fused within him, shrieked with rage, her twisted voice echoing through the air as she fueled his attacks, directing him with savage precision.

She struck the man with her obsidian blade, but the metal stopped inches from his chest, hitting an invisible wall of "Negative Feedback." "The Sovereign is too powerful now," the man said, tapping his chin as if analyzing a script. "You’ve reached your 'Power Ceiling' too early. You need a 'Nerf'. You need to be reminded of why the scullery was your home." He raised his hand, and a single, glowing violet "Comment" appeared in the air between them. USER_404: SHE'S ONLY STRONG BECAUSE OF THE CHILD. TAKE THE CHILD AWAY AND SHE'S STILL JUST A DEFECT.

He overpowered me each time the thought came to mind. “How do you feel?” Athena’s voice was smooth, she sounded as though she was calm, but her emotions told me otherwise. “Strong. It’s weird. I feel angry, my blood boiling however my heart and head are calm. It’s like both your gifts are fighting to reign but when moulded together they mellow out. I can’t explain it, but it worked.” “Hector be careful. It’s going to be addictive to use and if you give in it will consume and overwhelm you” I needed him to understand that playing with this kind of power wasn’t a joke. It has serious consequences if misused.

"Let's see if you still dare to hide behind closed doors and slack off." I had not cried that night. I had only stared blankly at the inside of my thighs. They were covered in tiny puncture marks from a compass—dense, overlapping wounds. Some had already scabbed over, while others still oozed a faint yellow fluid. To cover the lingering metallic scent of blood, I had to douse my legs in medicated oil every day. But when Mom smelled it, she decided it was something else entirely. "So young, and already picking up bad habits. Using cheap vape smoke to cover the smell, is that it?"

Hearing Waverly's mocking laughter, I had not even opened my mouth when Martin's fists clenched tight. "Get out! Don't you realize how annoying you are?" Irritated beyond his limit, Martin could not take it anymore and started yelling at Waverly. Her eyes filled with disbelief, as if this was the first time she had ever experienced such treatment. In an instant, her expression turned wounded, as though she had suffered terribly.