Power Of His Name Novels & Stories

"It is because of my Master that I have this power." "It is because of his good graces that I was not forgotten" "It is because of his favor that a mere mortal like myself can wield the dangerous power of destruction." "It is because of him that I currently control the power of a god" "Yet you ask me what my master can give me?"

“That’s a taboo, Linda. Only the dead can hear my name.” “Uh, why? Does name concern honor and position like the kings of humans?” I chuckled. “No, we have no such concepts, Linda. Power and bloodline are what decide our king for us, and my name is actually a password—once I say it, our Nest would be awakened, initiating the Gate of Reincarnation to groom a new existence, with my name hence granted rebirth.”

I tried to keep my expression cold, unflinching. “What’s your name?” I asked, my voice firm. “Names are funny things,” he replied, his tone still maddeningly calm. “They give people power—or take it away.” I clenched my fists, wanting to wipe that smirk off his face, yet drawn to it all the same. “Well, you certainly don’t have any power here.” He chuckled, low and dark. “If you say so, Alpha.” ---

"You have challenged the Most High to a strong battle that he can't refuse. You may not see him but I see him sitting on his large throne and looking at you from the heavens. He is glad that you have mentioned his name. He is happy that you are eager to see him manifest his powers. I want you to know that the being I serve is the creator of the heavens and earth. I want you to know that he is your creator and he has power over you. I want you to know that he has the power to decide whether you will live today or whether you will live tomorrow. I caution you in the name of the father, in the name of the son and in the name of the Holy Spirit. I caution you to speak good of the Lord and desist

He looked majestic, untouchable, like a god surveying his creation. “Do you know what power really is, Riah?” he asked, still looking at the horizon. “Most think it is money, armies, titles. They are wrong. Those are just tools. Power is knowing exactly who you are, exactly what you want, and having the absolute will to take it, keep it, defend it—no matter the cost.” He turned to face me then, his expression severe, eyes glowing in the dim light.

And then, like a whisper carried by the winds, a name brushed against her consciousness: Metamorphosa. In this profound moment of revelation, the truth became clear. Metamorphosa was not merely a name it was a power, a gift, an embodiment of the realm's ancient magic. It was the ability to transcend one's physical form and become an avatar of the elements, harnessing their raw might and using them as instruments of both defense and offense.

Ok sir no problem, I'll make sure you are not interrupted. He nods and said "Thank you." He put his bag doen and took out Bible and said " The things are going to get serious and many things going to freak you out just don't lose hope and this thing will going to use her body to stop us but remember that's not her. " I nodded and he started his work. " By the power vested on me by the Church in the name of our Lord Jesus, evil soul, show yourself. I command you. By the power of Jesus Christ,

And he was right, if he'd wanted her dead, breaking into a wrecked apartment wouldn't be complicated. She opened the door. The man standing in her hallway looked like he'd stepped out of a corporate warfare documentary. Tall, with dark hair silvered at the temples. His suit probably cost more than her entire wardrobe. Everything about him screamed power, control, and absolutely zero tolerance for weakness. He looked at her destroyed apartment without an ounce of surprise, then those eyes settled on her. "Victor Hale." He didn't offer his hand. "We need to talk." "About what? How you know where I live? How you know about the files?" Nina kept the table leg raised between them.

But not him, he had enough intelligence to suppress that side of him, and more than that he had been bestowed with an unimaginable power from his god, Shub-Niggurath. If it’s him, He can kill that human who made these 4 giants and march forth to Alexandria!

Seems like he doesn't have one. "I did not name this, do I need to do that?" He asked me so I chuckled. "Yes, its power determines your ability to control it. Its spirit is yours, you have your own name so it must have its own. Give it a proper name and it will be yours forever, no one can take this sword away from you as you are the only owner it will know." I told him, his mouth opened wide while listening to me, amazed by the thing I said about his sword. He smiled a little until it became a big grin.