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It was clear that the power of love was far greater than the power they had for revenge on the man that took them all too soon. As my mother raised her free hand, Tyler took a step back, finding himself now pinned against a wall, with nowhere to go, stripped of our powers, finding himself now the prey. A beam of white light shot from my mother’s hand, landing straight on Tyler’s chest where his cold heart laid beneath.

Derry chuckled. "With your powers sealed, you won't be able to fight him." "He doesn't have as much strength as I do." "But, he can gather great power with his alliance." I know, it's very possible that it might happen again. My powers were partially sealed because of a magic pact that night. It doesn't matter to me, because I will do anything to destroy Amber and Everett.

"The colors found in your power well reflect the emotions that cause it to fire: black speaks of fear and protection; purple speaks of nostalgia and sadness; green speaks of hope; white speaks of serenity; and finally, pink speaks of love. Your true core of power is love." Glenda and Val smiled. "That speaks of the purity of your emotions, and it's not surprising because the most inexhaustible source of power is love, true love," Val explained, and I was surprised. "Love is the core of your power; you protect it with all those layers, and the most precious thing to you is your daughter, so I know how we will focus your education from now on." "How will you do that?" "By becoming an advocate

" Through the anguish and gloom, I peered up at Eric. He was struggling to rise, blood streaming from his temples, his stare fixed on me. At that moment, I recognized the truth. Power was irrelevant if I didn't have him. Strength was nothing if I lost myself. And I was not going to let this beast take any of us. "You're wrong," I responded with tight teeth. "Love is not weakness. "It is my strength." The mark on my wrist came to life, with the black lines shattering like glass. Light exploded from me, so dazzling that the shadows recoiled in a deafening screech. I shouted as the energy ripped through me, a scorching fire that was both agonizing and liberating. The figure lurched back, its sh

“Love. That's a bullshit excuse. There is no such thing as the power of love. There is no need to sugarcoat your words. You can just tell me that I was saved just because I was brought here in time.” The healer gave off a smile. “That is one of the reasons your life was spared. Luckily they got you here on time. But that's not why you're still alive. You could have been killed before you could make it over here.” “But I was taught all of the elements of power. There was nothing said about love being one of them.” Usually, there is a grooming stage for every Vampire Lord. The elements of power are taught to the Lords only. Because of how dangerous these powers could be they are taught to the

“The only reason I am able to stand here now and talk to you both is I am able to feed off of her power.” “What power?” The Alpha asks in a voice that sounds like the mixture of Apache and himself, fear for his daughter coating his words. “Her love for you…and you.” I purposely look at each of them. “The power of love is the strongest bond next to a mother’s true love for her child. Her mother may not have done things the right way, she still loved Tori.” Both are taken aback by what I have said. I see them catching on to what I am trying not to say out loud.

The most strategic ones were even trying to come up with a Plan B as they continued praying that Plan A would still pull through. ‘You love me?’ Xandar asked again as he hovered just slightly over her, his nose close to her forehead. Lucianne leaned closer to his nose as she linked affectionately, ‘Of course I love you, darling. I’m your mate.” In a possessive whisper, she added, ‘And you’re MINE.’ Without remembering he had the King’s Authority, Xandar channeled the archaic power because that seemed to be the only way his animal knew could connect to the Queen’s Authority, to connect with his mate.

As long as he's calm. "He could be as powerful as I am now, but he still wouldn't have a hold over me. His gift only works on those who feel no love. I. LOVE. YOU" I emphasised softly. He pressed his forehead against mine, deep black eyes looking down into my own with hunger. "Say that again" he demanded huskily. "He could be as po-" he yanked my waist into his body, growling in disapproval. "Not the right part?" I asked. He shook his head, no.

“I love you. Always have. Always will.” He pulled her into his arms, the bond between them igniting in a blaze of silver and gold light that spread outward, stabilizing the fractured city, mending the cracks in the void itself. The energy of their connection was no longer just a shield or a weapon it was a force of creation, bending reality, rewriting destiny. The First Immortal, hovering above, flinched as the light washed over him. He had never seen power so pure, so alive, so unstoppable. For the first time, he understood that it was love that had forged this strength. And that love could not be destroyed.

“Hate feeds power. And when you finally fall to me, you’ll realize hate is the only love worth having.” I felt disgusted by him. All I felt was anger. “You’re not my family. You’re a monster.” He laughed. “Maybe so. But I’m the monster who owns you now.” My body trembled with how much anger I felt. I forced myself to stand. My hands shook, but I raised them anyway. I tried to summon my powers but sparks of energy—my gift—flared weakly. “You’ll never own me.” I threw a wave of my power at him. The blast seared the ground. It lit up the red mist, but Memphis barely flinched. With a wave of his hand, shadows swallowed my attack whole.