Power Of Thor Novels & Stories

It slams into the door just above their heads before Gregory vaults over them, a shield of the same crackling energy covering us as we begin to move through the doorway. Gregory’s ability to mimic Morgana’s powers surprises her, giving Jamal the time to step into the room after his mate. His power fills the space, nullifying all the goddess gifts of those within a 100-foot radius (we checked). That includes all the witches’ powers. The only ones that won’t be affected by Jamal’s power are Arya and me. Our gifts aren’t Goddess-given but Goddess-like. He can’t take away what is part of the Goddess.

Ulfris said, and eerything went quiet. The power that suddenly flooded through me was nothing like the explosion from before — this was focused, deliberate, channeled, moving down through my arms and into my hands like something pouring exactly where it was meant to go. I grabbed Thorin's arms again, and this time when I pulled, the ground gave way like it had never had any hold on him at all. He came free in one motion, both of us crashing backward onto solid ground together, and I felt the wet cold pulling sensation release from around my own legs at the same instant.

She has a gift more deadly than any curse you've given free will. Something about the face of Thalrion changes slightly, but I notice it. He hated the idea of anything outside his control. "Free will," he scorns. "A pleasant ideal. Power is the only reality and I hold it. All of it." I could feel the altar electricity behind me. My voice is calm, close to gentle. "Then let's try that theory." I slap my hand against the car. Light explodes, wild and ancient, coursing like branches of lightning through the trees. The forest groans as if waking from naps of centuries.