Overpowered Quirks Novels & Stories

A whisper escapes my lips, low and trembling, almost a prayer, almost a plea, a muttering I can barely recognize as my own: “No… no, no, no…” The baby in my arms coos happily, entirely oblivious to the destruction he has wrought. I lower my head slowly, squinting, bracing for the undeniable, the impossible, the grotesque spectacle that awaits me. The diaper has failed. Completely. And it has failed spectacularly. The first blow hits me not with the shock of surprise, I've survived worse in my life, but with the absurdity of it all, the stark, almost comic horror of a father who has underestimated the destructive power of his own children.

“Well, Alpha. It’s a rare talent that hasn’t been seen in centuries. I found it by accident once when I went down the rabbit hole of possible talents the royal wolves could have. Ghost is a double talent, where most of the royal wolves only have one singular talent. Ghost is both an offensive and defensive talent. The offensive is this; ghost fire. She burned him alive with a ghost flame. His entire body is covered in third degree burns, he succumbed by the sheer damage it did to his body; his wolf would never have been able to save him. Look, it warped the wood on the stage, shrunk and singed his clothes and even ruined his leather shoes from the intense heat.” There was a long mome

“It’s still warm, I would say the fight happened only 15 minutes ago.” “These quilix died in fighting circles,” Hussin said, surveying the carnage. “It is our most used tactic for our primarily non-combat nest members. Whatever did this used raw power to overcome all present.” “To slay this many buggies, thing must be strong,” Grub said, kneeling down next to another crazak and running his hand over its limbs, tracing the deep gouges in its tough chitin with his finger. “This buggy was ripped in pieces. With strong buggy shell, takes much strength. Grub thinks more than what wonky leg could do.”

She has been one loyal staff I had, and performs multiple tasks and never complained for once of her heinous job and her inconsistent working hours. "Uhm... There's one problem ma'am. The new chairman doesn't take appointments unless he's the one that makes it. So there's only a 10% chance that he'd like to meet with you." She replied hesitantly. "You know I don't take no for an answer. So make that 10% chance worth it." I replied and hung up immediately to avoid hearing more excuses, and also because I believed she'd get me the appointment. If I didn't have anyone to perform impossible tasks, I had Trixie. She makes the impossible, possible.

Something miraculous happened right there and then. The red number above his head, stuck at 1170, suddenly plunged like a cliff drop. It dropped to 1,000, 500, 100, and to 0. The value turned zero. Before I could heave relief, the number flickered, its color switching to pink. Was I supposed to interpret the color as love or affection? I should correct myself. The shade of pink was too intense. The digits soared. Not stopping at 1,000, the value climbed to 5,000, then 9,999+.

But it was also freeing in a way I didn't anticipate. By Friday, Westbrook called back. "We're proceeding with the vulnerable approach," their CEO said. "Fully. We've done our legal review, and we're confident we can manage the liability appropriately. We're actually planning to expand the vulnerability even further. This is what's differentiating us in the market." Victory. Complete victory. Eli and I celebrated that evening alone. Not a public celebration. Just us, understanding what we'd built together. "You changed," Eli said as we were lying on his couch, his head resting on my chest.

Tracker says as I switch the screen I was sharing with Sphinx to the one I’m pulling up on Arden. “Does this mean Quirin called the note?” Sphinx asks. “Probably. He said he was going to but he was supposed to call us after it was done,” Hijack says distractedly. “Thank goodness you thought to override the override, Hacker,” Hijack says as we watch Arden try to bypass my override. “You put another one on top of mine, right?” I ask. “Two, one with Sphinx’s code as well.” “I put a forth on there and then put a scrambler on it too. You’re welcome,” Tracker says.

Followed by low, medium, excellent, superior, legendary, epic, semi divine and divine. Weapon that graded above normal are able to amplify effects and buffs from the qi or magic of the user. For example, a low level sword could enhance its sharpness and durability as long as you input some energy. For a higher grade they can produce elemental amplification or cause poisoning and paralysis to their target. For those that reach epic grade, they can also have a weapon consciousness. It is where the weapon can also choose their user, and if they are not in their proper owner, they can reduce their abilities to the level of a low grade weapon. For Divine grade weapons, they are Items that scarce

Damien also looked at me, his gaze darkening for a moment. “A friend.” I put my phone face down and picked up the box of marzipan he had specially brought back for me. I unwrapped one and placed it in my mouth. I used to love this flavor the most. Now, it only tasted sickeningly sweet and bitter at the same time, just like this marriage. Covered in sugar on the outside, while rotten underneath. Damien looked at me as if waiting for a reaction. “Is it good? If you like it, I’ll buy more next time.”

"It's you! What are you doing here?" Scott pulled out a pregnancy test report and waved it in front of Dad's eyes. "Because your precious son is just like you—useless and incapable of holding on to a woman. Emma is carrying my child. The doctor says it's a boy." I couldn't hold back anymore. I threw a punch at Scott's face with everything I had. Scott froze for a second, then roared and lunged at me. "You lunatic! How dare you hit me?" Dad reached out a trembling hand, trying to pull him away from the side.