Path To Power Novels & Stories

The Scammells, on the other hand, had already obtained power methods from the Basic Power class, which was far more powerful than those from Springfield City! Therefore, Patrick could not seem to wrap his head around why Leon wanted to gift him a potentially useless power method. "The training method I want to give you is the Dispel Demon Method, which belongs to the Advanced Power class," Leon said, smiling as though he could see right through Patrick's thoughts. "What?!" Patrick was rendered utterly speechless by this. "Leon, you… Do you really have power methods belonging to the Advanced Power class in your possession? Is this true?" he could not believe his ears.

he suggested. I nodded my head with a firm yes. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing and tried to battle this newfound power which is like a curse to me. At least Bruce is kind of lucky. He only has one power, which he got that day I found him at the lake. Whereas I got nine over the years, unfortunately, this one would make it ten. A shiver ran through me as the glowing light hovered unsteadily around me. I fought to gain control..I felt the power intensify as it exploded out of me. The water in the lake rippled as the wind blew heavily as if there was a storm.

He had taken an urgent team-building order from a large company that afternoon, earning over 100 dollars just from the delivery fees and tips. Watching him drive away on his motorcycle, I smiled involuntarily. My "powerful words" used to be a knife hanging over others' heads, a jinx that only brought disaster, but after leaving that dark place full of suspicion and malice, the power had transformed into a blessing that could bring good fortune. The wind chimes jingled, and a beautiful woman in plain clothes walked in. She was the young police officer who, despite the Shaw family's pressure, had insisted on collecting evidence to uncover the truth in the emergency room corridor.

that happen to loose ends in the general cell. I looked back at the paper. "Section four... "The party of the second part agrees to reside at the Vane residence and maintain 24-hour proximity.” "I want you where I can see you, Lukas," Jaxson said, his fingers tightening on my neck. His gaze dropped to my lips for a split second before snapping back to my eyes. "The people who framed your father? They aren't done. You’re a liability to them. Under my roof, you’re my property. And I take very good care of my property."

I leave. Outside, I slip down the side of the building, moving fast and quiet until I find what I came for. The backend. The real heart of the hub. Buried beneath the shelter is a power room, humming with steady output. Not raw magic. Stabilized resonance, tuned to emotional regulation. And feeding it— I snarl softly. A relay node. Portable. Modular. Exportable. I tag it with Lucien’s tracer and melt back into the trees. Selene needs to know this war isn’t just ideological.

Her eyelids fluttered, lips trembling with soft, incoherent murmurs. “Sam,” I breathed. Rose stood behind her, eyes wide in disbelief. “No—NO! You can’t be here!” she screamed. I lunged before she finished her sentence. My hand closed around her throat and slammed her into the stone wall. “You took her. You’ll pay in blood.” She gasped, nails clawing at my wrist. “You don’t understand—her power—it was supposed to be mine—” “Where’s John?” I growled. “He’s—he’s in the chamber behind—”

A fulfilling feeling of victory. I poured myself another drink, letting the whiskey burn down my throat as I scrolled down my feed. My inbox was already full, overflowing with messages, articles and snippets of gossip from people who were so eager to discuss the scandal. Some of the posts condemned me, some found it funny, but the most important thing was that everyone was talking. That was exactly what I wanted, that was what power meant—to make the world revolve around something you created, even if it was built on someone else’s pain.

I debated the idea. “It doesn’t have to be a perfect idea. Just something you can focus on while your power does the thing you need.” My dad stood and walked over to me. “It’s more about an outlet for your power to flow through. Your power will flow the way you intend it, but you need something to start it.”

I say. “What?” My mother says looking at me. “They have to know! The night Kaya and Auburon’s uncle came the night of the ball. When Iris and I tapped into our powers, she looked scared. Maybe they thought killing Dad would… I don’t know. Weaken me? Plus Mom didn’t have her powers when she killed him so she knew she’d be no match for her” I say. “You got your powers back Maya?” My grandfather asks. “Yep. Given back to me by the original witch, Parisa,”

, he started and i darted my eyes to the clock. Inasmuch as everyone was having fun at the party, I had a feeling that they would soon realize that I’m meeting. I wanted to be gone before anyone decided to find me. “This is called the power powder. There are cases where mere special abilities don’t work. In that case, you take a little of this into your mouth and use your ability. It is more like an amplifier”, he explained and I couldn’t help the surprise that filled my eyes. So, there were cases where one’s powers don’t walk? This was the question I had in my heart just as I watched him making more explanation.