Power Thoughts Devotional Book Novels & Stories

Alexander the God of absolute dark powers pov The power I felt when I used my power to pull whatever was in the page out was a feeling I had not felt in a long time. Since my ex wife died actually. So much power before a flashlight that was radiating with power appeared in my hand. "You've been such a bad Goddess. Haven't you." My seductive tone and the power I had flowing through her had her going weak just how I needed her. "It told you not to read that aloud and now I'm going to have to punish you." I whispered right as I got rid of all her clothes. In order for this to work I had to make her want to read it. To think I could read it. ..

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 stated, not saying anything further. I believe he was trying to dismiss me when he told me that. I wanted to know so much but he was telling me so little and so I had to make do with it. “You have so much power in you that you need to discover.” He gazed at me. “You need to harness the power in you and do not let your fear take that away from you.” I listened carefully as he spoke in parables. I had powers? I wondered? When did I have powers? Powers that I wasn't aware of.

But I had so much to live for, and I had so many lives counting on me, that I couldn’t allow this darkness to take ahold of my soul like it was threatening too. I wanted to believe that the power I had been gifted with stemmed from goodness, and that it was so much stronger than any darkness could ever be. With that thought, I pulled the darkness into me, allowing my own power to fight it, knowing that goodness had to prevail. As I did this, I could feel a shift in the air around me, while more heat began to resonate from the candles against my flesh, as my powers began to hold strong against the darkness.

"Power" "The powers that exist this world baffle even those that wield them" "Their might, the mechanism behind their use and their origin" "The world seeks answers to these mysteries but cannot find it because it tries to be logical about it" "Logic can never understand miracles" "Some call it a mutation" "Some call it evolution" "But the only ones that are right are those who think it's a blessing" "A blessing from a being beyond our meager existence" "A blessing from a god"

I continued to speak to myself until I settled upon the decision; that I would continue with the debate with myself later on and help Mary first. "What powers should she be given? Invisibility? Mind reading? Ughhh! I am gone crazy! Wait, the book!" I turned around to go back to my room and get the book for the guidance but then something stopped me. The book was already there, on the ground. 'It wasn't here before.' I thought to myself. Ignoring how it got there, I bent down and picked it up. Without wasting a further minute, I began turning over the pages until my sight landed on a heading saying, 'The Manipulation Powers.'

I turned and slipped away, my thoughts still in turmoil. The library. I needed answers, and I knew exactly where to look. The noise of the festival faded behind me as I entered the vast room of books. Making my way to the shelf where Sage had retrieved the book before, I carefully pulled it out and opened it. My breath caught in my throat as the words on the aged pages sent a chill down my spine. “The wielder of this power should find their strength tied to the emotions of those around them. Their voice, an instrument of devastation. When charged with sorrow, rage, or despair, the echoes of their cry shall lay waste to all in their path.”

he urged. The sounds of the birds envelopes the place. Whispers of the wind touch my hearing. And his words boil my blood. “ I don’t know, okay?! How can I even know how to use my divinity power?” I screamed and ignore his hands that are reaching for mine. He cleared his throat. “ Think about it. This isn’t about you, anymore. You needed to learn how to use your power not just to kill Alpha Gerri but to save them and save yourself. Devon, you’re not dealing with just an enemy. You are dealing with a goddess with a wounded heart. Let me help you. You needed my help,” he stated.

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.’

It gives me some wisdom, guiding me through the depth of my fears, and teaching me to harness the power that resides within me as a woman. "Focus, Hazel." The voice resonates within the recesses of my mind. "Feel the energy coursing through your veins. Embrace it, wield it." With each passing day, I listen, heeding its counsel, honing my abilities in secrecy. In the darkness of my cell, I become a student of power, a disciple of hope. Every pulse of energy, every surge of strength, brings me closer to the realization of my potential.