Power Of His Name Novels & Stories

“I wasn’t going to say anything yet. I wanted to be sure. But after what happened last night with that voice, with the wind calling you by another name ... I think it’s important that you know.” “Know what?” My heart was racing now. The topic was moving in another direction now, and this was what he wanted to talk about all along. “I think Leahndra is your true name.” I stared at him blankly. “What does that mean?” Darien took a breath, like he was steeling himself. “Those given true names ... they’re names that come from a deity. Names of power. Those who receive names from deities are blessed with abilities, with gifts that go beyond normal shifter capabilities."

"You are small. You are young. You are innocent. But you are also powerful. You carry seven ancient forces within you. You hold abilities that are unprecedented. You possess strength that is unique. You could use that power. Could demonstrate that strength. Could prove that ability. But you do not. Why? Why restrain? Why limit? Why choose not to show what you can do?" Baby Hope smiled. "Because power is not for showing. Power is for helping. Strength is not for proving. Strength is for protecting. Ability is not for demonstrating. Ability is for loving. I am powerful because seven forces love me. I am strong because connection built me. I am capable because existence gave me everything. I us

“So, do you see me unworthy of you?” “No. I see no such thing. We all have our crosses to bear.” “Hmm.” He says in return. “Yes, my people hail from the dark forest. My name, as I assume you are aware, is after the God of Darkness.” “Yes.” I answer quietly. I do not wish to judge him based on his line, being an elitist has never been my aim. “My line was blessed by darkness. Blessed to walk in shadow, and see what is truth. Blessed to have the power to send dark magic back to where it came.”

What could separate us now Chorus 2 What a wonderful Name it is What a wonderful Name it is The Name of Jesus Christ my King What a wonderful Name it is Nothing compares to this What a wonderful Name it is The Name of Jesus What a wonderful Name it is The Name of Jesus Bridge Death could not hold You The veil tore before You You silence the boast of sin and grave The heavens are roaring The praise of Your glory For You are raised to life again You have no rival You have no equal Now and forever God You reign Yours is the kingdom Yours is the glory Yours is the Name above all names Chorus 3 What a powerful Name it is What a powerful Name it is The Name of Jesus Christ my King What a powerful

The Guardian that he had looked up to before seemed not so powerful in his eyes. He should not be far behind his father in strength. For Little Apple, this was a great opportunity. Little Apple had benefited a lot from it. Not to mention that the bloodline power was full and powerful again, because of the martial intent, he had also understood the Nine Words Secret Skills better. For Little Apple, this profound and abstract Nine Words Secret Skills was as majestic as the sea. "How far did the old man practice?" Little Apple thought to himself.

He bravely asks, staying on his ground and already drawn a simple pentagram of defense that he masters ad quick from his early education of controlling his mana. “Your burden in this world and loop. I can lift it all from you. You can have the true freedom that you really wanted. All you have to do is call my name.” The tempting words and calm tone that is making him think about everything that he currently has. The things that he really wanted and not. Especially the fate that he wanted to reject all his life. “Your name?” “That’s right, call my name, Jeffrey?” “What is your name?”

" As he grabbed my hand and guided me to the balcony, his eyes softened. The heartbeat of the gala continued to resonate as we entered the cold embrace of the night. He repeated, "I am proud of you," which had come to be our silent motto. My head was resting on his shoulder. I acknowledged, "Tonight, I realized the full scope of my power." "It is due to my decisions, not my name. Additionally, since I ultimately decided to stand in the light. As if to keep me rooted in the present, Alexander pushed me closer. "Your heart is the source of your power," he said. "And nobody can take away from that."

He replied. I sat up fully, pulling the sheets around me as I turned to face him. "Money is fleeting. It can be given, it can be taken away. No amount of money you give me will ever make me truly untouchable. But power? The right kind of power? That’s what makes a person unstoppable. It’s what makes people bow when you walk into a room, what keeps your name untarnished, what ensures that no one, no man, no law, no circumstance can dictate your life."

“Then that means you can answer most of my questions?” [Of course!] [Definitely!] [I can! Ask me!] Relief washed over her, she giddily stood up. “I want to get stronger, but I have no idea where to start. Do you know any way to understand my power more?” [Of course, but not without ‘her’ guidance.] “Her?” [Not us, but the Goddess’ Blessed whose name must not be mentioned.] “What do you mean—” Mallory paused on time, remembering the day when she heard the plants saying that just a mention of someone’s name would alert someone. Did they mean the past Goddess’ Blessed? Why is her name can’t be called?

Taught me how to spit like a street kid, how to lie like a rich one. I gave him my first kiss. He gave me the only name that’s ever stuck—Aphrodite. “My mother always said I was born for power,” he told me one night. “Do you know what my name means?” I shook my head. “Godric,” he said, voice quiet. “It means ‘ruler of God’s power.’” He smiled when he said it. Back then, it was a soft smile. The kind that made me feel like the world wasn’t such a terrible place.