Powerful: A Powerless Story Novels & Stories

I'm running out of options and I'm afraid, I no longer know what I'm supposed to do. I find myself in the library, taking out a book about the four w Warriors from the shelves. As I read about the description of me, Hera and it makes perfect sense. Almost all of it makes sense, even the powers enlisted there, they are things I'm able to do now, especially healing. But there's the downside effect of my healing powers. Back on the attack of the stray wolves when I healed a lot of Pack members, I fainted. It was my first time using my power on so many people. I overexerted myself when I was just getting used to it.

Louis remained silent as he let Helena continue her words because he could feel their heaviness, like it was coming from her own experience and she was speaking on behalf of herself. “That is the most painful thing, actually. And when they hurt us, it makes us powerless—that we couldn’t fight back because they were our weakness in the first place. And that’s the saddest part: that we are defeated not by our enemies but by someone whom we loved.” She smiled weakly and shook her finger to shoo the butterfly away as if freeing it. “So in order to be powerful, I need to set aside those emotions that would only use me as a weapon to hurt me. If you have no weakness, maybe they would not be able t

She glanced away, pretending not to notice, but inside, something coiled tight and refused to loosen. She knew it wasn’t right—whatever it was between her and Grayson. If it could even be called a thing. She hadn’t asked for it. Hadn’t planned it. But under his shadow, she couldn’t speak, couldn’t fight. Grayson had claimed her body like it belonged to him. And she hated herself for how powerless she felt in those moments. Aurora turned, meaning to disappear quietly toward the dining room, when Natalie’s voice floated through the room, too sweet to be sincere.

I had shaking hands. "What happens if I don't?" I inquired. Her gaze grew gloomy. Then you pass away here. Feeble. Forgotten. My heart was racing as I gazed at her. I'd been weak all my life. Powerless. Useless and helpless. I had been laughed at, tossed away, spit on, and abused. However, I now had an option. Show weakness. Or have strength. I balled my fists up. "Power is what I choose." The woman grinned. "Then accept it."

"You are, by your own account and by all external measures, a powerful man. Yet you describe feeling powerless in this situation." "Financial power is useless against someone who can turn the legal system into a custom-made weapon, and public opinion into a cudgel," I said, the frustration I'd been swallowing for weeks finally finding a calm outlet. "My power was in systems she either owned or could corrupt. My only real power has been to stand with Maya. To be a shield, however imperfect."

“But this is not about comfort. This is about control.” I leaned back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. “All my life,” I said slowly, “I thought being powerless meant being safe. Turns out being powerful is just as terrifying.” River let out a small laugh. “Welcome to the club.” I exhaled. “Fine,” I said finally. “I will read the book. Again. Properly.” Jane raised a brow. “Without skimming.” “Yes,” I groaned. “Without skimming.” “And no portals,” River added.

"And you only make that small amount of money? How about I talk to my dad and have you fired? That way you can find a new job." "Fire me?" I forced myself to hold back from punching him. With a cold smile, I raised a brow and shot back, "Please. In this company, I matter a lot more than you." Everyone in the company knew it. Jackson was nothing more than the CEO's illegitimate son. Aside from getting his monthly allowance, he held no real power. I, on the other hand, was responsible for the company's entire underlying framework—its lifeline.

Power was all he sought, no matter the means. “The real hero helps the weak. He also depends on his family and loved ones. That's not weakness; that's the true strength.” Although my heart was trembling in my chest, I spoke my mind. “You are delusional.” He simply shook his head. “No one accepts someone weak. Weakness can never become strength. Only the powerful can rule, and only powerless, spineless doormats hate the ones holding the power.” The conversation was getting heated up. I could see his jaw tensing. I could argue with him all night long, but I doubted his patience and self-control. This needed to be wrapped up.

“What kind of story?” “Uuu, one about a brave wolf!” One girl shouted. I thought for a moment before starting. “Once there was a young wolf who felt small and overlooked. Everyone told her she was too weak to do big things. But one day, she discovered that her greatest strength wasn’t in her claws or her fangs — it was in her heart and her mind…” The pups listened with wide eyes as I wove the tale, adding silly voices and dramatic gestures. For a while, my worries about Moon Stone Pack, about Zoriven, about everything faded. Their laughter and excitement wrapped around me.

I set down my champagne and leaned forward, my hands folded elegantly. "Do you know what true power is, Frieda? It's not wealth or influence. Anyone can buy those. You know, right? Let me educate you: True power is authorship, I mean, the ability to write another person's story completely, every chapter plus every twist and every moment of joy and suffering." I picked up my tablet and turned it toward her. “I’ve written your story from the moment I saw your photograph to this very second. You thought you were fighting for freedom, but you were following my script perfectly. Every choice you made, every person you trusted, every moment you thought you were clever, was planned.”