Poder Emma Novels & Stories

She picked up the empty plate and went toward the door. "Emma," I called after her. "Yes?" "Why are you really helping me?" Emma stopped at the door. "Because I know what it feels like to be alone and afraid. And because there's something special about your power. Something that feels very old and important." Before I could ask what she meant, Emma left and locked the door behind her. I sat alone in the darkness, thinking about her words. Old and important power? What did that mean? I put my hands on my belly and felt the baby move a little. At least my child was still okay for now.

The girl, Emma says, an intelligent glint in her eyes. "I told her not to bother you, alpha. She just doesn't listen to me." Aiden, her twin says. I smile, ruffling both their hairs. "It's alright. You can ask questions." "See?" Emma grinned at her twin, displaying frontless teeth. "I told you alpha and would agree to answer. You're just scared." Aiden sighs, facepalming. "Just get it over with then." Emma turns towards me. "So alpha, how does one get to control so much power like the Luna? I want to be her one day. I've got every other thing. All that's left is the powers

I needed her to know that she was everything to me. “What about her powers?” Drake asked, making me look at him. “The powers were a side effect of the curse.” Anna sighed, looking at Drake. “It wasn’t in the witches’ interests to create a being even more powerful than themselves. They screwed up. But we don’t know much about her powers. The first White Wolf never explored hers. She didn’t have time to. I believe that Emma’s true powers will show once her Goddess-given mate marks her.” “I don’t want them.” Emma said, taking a deep breath. “I don’t want any of this. I just want to live peacefully with my mate. I don’t…”

Just how he did not have Mercy for the poor citizens by importing firearms, she will not have an ounce of mercy for him. Miranda's face was dark and an extremely bone chilling and threatening aura was emanating from her body. Everybody who saw her would stumble and run away for their dear lives. She was like a devil sprout from the deepest abyss of hell. She was oozing darkness, suffocating and choking darkness.

With a clenched jaw, she angrily kicked the table, taking deep breaths as her chest rose and fell heavily. “I need to do something! I need to do something!” She yelled out to herself. Panting loudly, she knew exactly that Emma was a higher priestess but what she didn’t know was how the mark in her arm had gone. The witch that gave her the power had told her there would be consequences, but didn’t say anything about what would happen. Her eyes widened as she walked in to check her daughter, finding her soft asleep making her heart calm down. She walked back to the kitchen, dishing herself the spaghetti she cooked in the morning and seating down to eat.

And since then, everything Emma owned, her luxurious life, the love and care from her father, and her best friend, Ethan was taken away from her. Emma’s hands shook as memories began to flood her mind, but before she could dwell further, the door slammed open, revealing a woman clad in a coffee-color mini gown, a limited-edition heel, and red lipstick that highlighted her flawless oval face. The excitement in her eyes was too palpable to be ignored.

Did the palace think they could strip her of her powers at their will? She walked to the door and opened it, it wasn’t locked. The two men were nowhere in sight. But immediately she stepped foot outside, Emelda regained her powers. she wasn’t going to let them use her at their will. She did a quick spell that broke the blockers that the two men had put in the room. And then she stepped back in. She was still the most powerful witch alive. Even though she had no intentions of using the powers, she still didn’t appreciate the fact that Darius had tried to take them away from her.

Without the immunity I give them, they would be locked up. My head falls back as I just relax in the perfect silence of the office. I am preparing myself for what is to come. The moment when I have to stand up to this Mr Lewis and force him to realise that while I am a woman, I am not a fool and won't be taken for granted. Force may be needed, and I need to be prepared because that is something I hate. If they see that weakness in my eyes when I try to torture someone or hurt them, they won't see me as their leader anymore.

“And if we’re not careful, it will slip through both of ours.” Silence stretched between us. Scott pounded on the closet door a few times, but neither of us moved. Emma didn’t even blink, she paid it so little mind. She didn’t love me. Hell, she barely tolerated me anymore. But Emma understood power. She knew the necessity of survival and freedom. “She’s not like the others,” Emma said softly, almost to herself. “No wonder he chose her.” “No,” I agreed. “She’s worse than the others. Because she doesn’t even know what she’s becoming or what she is truly capable of. I’ve spent enough time with her to know that she hasn’t realized her true potential yet, but when she does… god help us.”