Power Of His Name Novels & Stories

She strikes the walls and doors trying to break them down however they were well built and powerful that Diva couldn’t break it even with her high-level strength. Yes, I named my wolf ‘Diva’, every werewolf named their wolf and I had one for my wolf too. Well, I wasn’t interested in having a wolf or dog but my grandma once told me that I will have the strongest wolf ever found and I shall name her ‘Diva’ as she had the special divine power. Very rare to talk about divine power by any werewolves. I respected her words and named her ‘Diva’ however, I have no idea why she had told me that she had divine power cause I can’t find anything special in her except being calm on normal days.

"Lookee here, snowflake. I know what you tried to do to my wife. The ole man at the church, you know, the one who's the keeper of the grounds? Yeah, he told me what you were up to, what you're after, and - ah - it's not gonna happen. See, I'm ahead of you now. Got your number for sure, you and - ah... What's her name again, Lasses?" He laughed out loud. He took a deep breath as if he was, somehow, being rejuvenated. The cold air seemed to bring life back to his face, his arrogance quickly returning. He nodded with the same smile he wore the first time I met him. "Behold!" he began as he peered into the sky, gloating as if a victory had been won. "I give unto you, power to tread on serpents a

He is a pure representation of the devil on earth, even the devil will flee from him. His father’s empire was built underground, hidden from the eyes of civilians. But Damien— he brought his father’s empire out into the open, daring anyone to touch him. A golden retainer figure in business, whatever he sets his eyes on must be of great value. If you have any dealings with him, you can never rest until you complete your job. “Your job was eaten by him,” that idiot smirked as the rubbish coming out of his mouth.

Orson reclined in his seat, enjoying the warm breeze that soothed his hairy skin. He took a bite from his chocolate, munching and speaking at the same time. He knew better than to shy away from the conversation or hesitate before responding. She’d given him enough drama for the day, and he was trying to avoid more. “Not just beautiful names,” he said quietly. “But powerful names too. Names with a great meaning that sound powerful.” “You’re right,” she nodded, taking a huge bite from her chocolate bar. “I want their names to be so powerful that when people mention or call them, they’ll realize without a doubt that they’re children of the goddess’s wolf.”

Like whom my father could be? She took a long time before answering, ‘His energy is very strong. I don’t believe he could be one of the minor Gods. But I cannot determine who he is, I’m sorry.’ I shrugged, earning a soft squeeze of Dmitri’s hand on mine. ‘Can you tell what my mystical super powers are?’ A cold shiver ran through the length of my body, covering my skin in goosebumps. ‘Along with the gifts of the Goddess, there is a dark and destructive potential lying dormant.’

Especially not at this crucial time. His vision continued to scour the unknown ranges of the man's territory, utterly expecting to receive another unwanted guest for the night. A very powerful character. Even more enigmatic and omnipotent than the person Tristan knew only as Nameless. "Are you looking for me, child?" a voice resounded in the void. "BANG!" the rivers of power became chaotic in a single second but its essence remained invisible to the innocent bystanders in all the lands and seas of the Eternal Domains. Thin weaves of tendrils crept up towards two unsuspecting mortals as they were relentless in sharing the fruits of flesh's blessings together.

Unmoving. “Power is what people believe you have,” he continued. “Control is what you actually hold. Perception is what keeps others from challenging either.” I swallowed slowly. It made sense. Too much sense. “And where do I fit into that?” I asked. His gaze darkened slightly. “You are now part of my name,” he said. “Which means you carry all three.” My breath caught. Not because I didn’t expect it. But because hearing it out loud made it real in a way nothing else had.

“I kept waiting for the moment I’d fail.” He shook his head. “You never were going to.” I bit my lip. “But what if I had?” His eyes darkened. “Then you would’ve stood back up and done it again. Because that’s who you are.” I swallowed hard. He reached up, brushing a thumb over my cheek. “Do you see it now?” “See what?” His voice softened. “That you don’t need my name to be powerful. You’re powerful because you’re you.” Emotion tightened in my throat.

“They’ll brand me unclean. Say I am touched by corruption. Say I cannot lead.” Nyx’s stomach turned. She had seen him cleave through rogues, had seen his fury painted in blood, had felt the raw dominance that made even the strongest warrior bow. To hear him speak like this now, of weakness, of loss, made her chest ache. But she swallowed it down. She was not here to break. “Then don’t let them,” she whispered, her voice sharper than intended.

Also be called as the godfather of the entertainment industry who had his every possible reach over the numbers of platforms in multimedia resources. He had numbers of agencies under his feet in the process and with his only one click of fingers, he was able to make many lives and destroy the visa versa. He can assign agencies under his labels and also holds the power to ruin them too... Obviously Jordan Lawrence's name sounded equally dangerous than just being powerful in the entire states of America, he was not easy to manipulate and dominated by any. Jordan Lawrence also owned countless hospitals in his heritage round the continent, that was since he got to know about his mother's health.