Path To Power Novels & Stories

“Ziyah, is there any way to create a permanent portal from our packs to whatever building we have as our HQ? Preferably one that only certain people could access from either side.” She asked for a minute and went to the whiteboard to jot down some master-level equation that I had no idea what any part of it meant. It took her a couple of minutes before she circled the answer and got back into her seat. “Yes, it’s possible. It’ll require some very specific and rare ingredients. It’ll have a biometric scanner like our estate does. Only those that are preprogrammed can enter it. However, there’ll be an override command that you can input that will allow others to go with you. It’ll be the same

We looked at each other. "Do you think it is deliberate," I asked, though I already knew my own answer. "Power adapts," he said carefully. "It does not disappear. It repositions." "He said he was learning to build without possession," I said. "Yes." "This does not look like building without possession," I said. "No," he agreed. "It does not."

He entered the combination and retrieved a small thumb drive. "This contains plans for the main power relay station that controls the entire Grid," he explained. "Not just the junction points, but the central hub itself. We obtained this months ago, before Walsh, through different channels." He plugged the drive into his computer, careful to use a non-networked machine. "If these schematics are still accurate, there's a way to access the central control systems during the launch ceremony. Not through the Grid itself, but through the venue's own infrastructure." Rose moved closer, her fury temporarily contained by interest. "Explain."

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.

he could not believe his ears. "Of course, it's true!" Leon nodded. "Um…" Patrick was utterly gobsmacked, and he could not help but be aware of how hard his heart was thumping at this moment. Although he did not know how Leon managed to get his hands on power methods belonging to the Advanced Power class, it was still something to marvel at! Since training methods were the foundation of every martial artist's training, every single leap in power class would undoubtedly lead to a significant ascent in combat!

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.

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—”

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.”

But then again, I guess I’ve been so consumed in what’s going on with Aella and my stress that I didn’t realize that his aura was different, that he seems more… powerful. We insist that he practices with us and he does. It takes him a couple more tries before he can light the orbs in his hands by himself, but with the help of my grandfather threatening me, that seems to help. I can’t help but smirk. My mate channels his power when it comes to me. I love that.