Poder Emma Novels & Stories

Michael’d never looked at a threshold the same way since. And now he faced another threshold. Dare he cross it? Emma was extraordinary, gifted. A woman not quite mortal and not quite immortal. With her powers, she could save him from self-destruction. He’d been alone and in a dark place when it came to any kind of relationship outside the Brethren. And now, here she was, with a daughter he adored—a daughter that would soon be fighting alongside his Warriors for the eternal protection of the mortal world. He was having second thoughts. Could he really afford to let himself feel again? He had already tasted and sampled. Could that be enough? Should that be enough? Or was that immaterial?

group rules. Where anything, even the power he had over her, still made a girl who had suffered on the street, owing to the drug trade, he paid his debts, he had power, so Emma was now his, she was his possession, this twenty-year-old young woman with raven hair and a sculptural, mermaid-beauty body who was serving him full time, he had the power, so she was his property.

“That I must be married for at least three consecutive months to gain any rights to contest the power structure. If not, it all goes to them permanently.” I stared at him. “So… I’m your key to taking back what’s yours.” “Yes.” My mind reeled. “But why me? You could’ve picked anyone. Someone from your world.” His eyes darkened. “The reason I chose you doesn’t concern you.” I froze at his curt response. Threading lightly, I asked, “And what’s your stepmother like?” “She hates weakness. She hates anything she can’t manipulate. And you… well, she obviously has nothing on you.”

He always motivated her and saw the potential in her, he had been like the father she wished to have. A week earlier before his demise, Emma had visited him in the Powers' mansion and it was there that Xavier asked for a simple request from her, "to stand by his son no matter what". Without any hesitation, she agreed for she owed , Xavier Powers everything she had accomplished in her life.

IF YOU STILL HAVE PROBLEMS, LET ME KNOW AND I WILL TRY TO HELP YOU AS MUCH AS I CAN. EMMA

Even I don't know the extent of my own powers. Her words dumbfounded me. I'd always known there was something that pulled me to her. Emma was special in her own right, so special that people like my fiancee could not squash her potentials. I found a smile creeping up my face. "Wow, Em. You never cease to amaze me. How more special could you get?" She stopped pacing and faced me. "Actually, it gets more disbelieving." She said, a look of fear in her eyes. "I am a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess."

Emma steps forward one more step as she says, “That, Elio, is where you are wrong. My kingdom is stronger than it has ever been and would have ever been under the likes of you and your son… We wouldn’t even be standing in a kingdom if your son was where I am now…” Emma lets her Royal Alpha aura flow as she looks past Elder Elio and Colter to the warriors hissing at the young pups behind them and says, “I AM QUEEN EMMA AND THIS IS MY KINGDOM. YOU EITHER KNEEL AND PLEDGE YOUR LOYALTY OR DIE!”

she said, her voice hard but shaken. “Emma, don’t—” But she cut me off with a glance. "I’m not going to let him get away with this. He doesn’t control me, Ethan." I froze, her words hitting me harder than I expected. She was right. Damian thought he could use us, manipulate us into playing by his rules. But Emma wasn’t just anyone—she was strong. And right now, she was ready to fight back. I could see the fury in her eyes, the way her jaw clenched. It was a side of her I hadn’t fully understood until now. The strength. The fire.

I didn’t think I will have to actively work hard to gain the company till now, I wanted to go to places and experience the strength of my power, I wanted to go to Gold university and give a god damned speech about being a scholarship student right there and returning as the owner. I wanted doors to open because my name was mentioned, even the flock of women that came with such liberties, Aria probably wouldn’t be able to come along as she would be raising our kids. The thought of power makes me hard and I take my shaft and stroke as I think of how much authority I will possess, and maybe if I like I will hold unto Emb as my mistress, put her on pills and whenever I wanted to fuck good, I’ll