Powerful: A Powerless Story Novels & Stories

"And now, you will witness the true extent of my power. But first, let me tell you a story." Charles leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with a twisted delight. "Once upon a time, there was a young boy who was always underestimated and overlooked. People thought he was weak and powerless; they hated him for being weak and took pleasure in tormenting him." He said his voice was sad and filled with bitterness. "But there was one person who he thought would love him unconditionally, but when the time came, she left him too, for someone else who was stronger and more successful. This betrayal shattered the young boy's heart, fueling a burning desire within him to prove everyone wrong and rise ab

“Please, I’m sorry. We’ll leave. We won’t tell anyone. Just please, ” “You should have thought of that before you decided to hunt that girl,” I said quietly. I moved faster than he could track, and my hand closed around his throat. I lifted him off the ground with one arm, something that should have been impossible for someone my size, and looked into his terrified eyes. “This is what powerless feels like,” I whispered. “Remember it in whatever comes next.” I squeezed, and felt his windpipe collapse under my fingers. His struggles weakened, then stopped altogether. I dropped his body to join the others.

I stared at the empty field and felt ridiculous and human and lost. I closed the laptop. The window was a mirror and a night view all at once. I looked at myself and saw a man with every resource except the one that mattered. I had money. I had lawyers. I had a security team that could thread a needle in the dark. I could buy a company before lunch and fix a supply chain before dinner. I could not find the woman I loved or the child I did not know I had because they did not want to be found. Power looks strange when it cannot reach the one thing it wants. For the first time, I felt powerless.

I told him in my normal voice. I heard him laugh so hard from the other end, and it makes my heart started to beat tremendously. Believe me, I feel so powerful among my peers, I can boss whosoever that pleases me around, and which they will never defy my words. But when it comes to Zayn, I feel completely powerless, for he's so powerful, he's capable of doing any f**king sh't and no one would dare question him.

Dominic didn't understand why she was smiling. "What's so funny?" “Of course it's funny, you can't touch women because you're 'powerless'? Oh, this is so shocking, so funny!” Violet laughed very happily, it had been a long time since she laughed like this, although she was not allowed to laugh because it was sensitive.

I dress in silence, eyes fixed on the small red light blinking from the corner camera. Is she watching me through that thing? The sick witch. Or worse—was my “progress,” as she liked to call it, being recorded and sent to Gratia? I clench my fists, fighting the urge to rip the damn device off the wall and smash it. But I stop myself. My only ticket out of here, is my continuous act of powerlessness. I need to keep acting like her little dumb doll. Jake walks in later just as I tuck myself back into bed like the helpless girl they want me to be. In his hands is a tray of—

“I’m not here to fight.” “Could’ve fooled me.” I looked away. “We don’t have time for this. I need you to reason. Fighting me won’t fix anything right now.” He leaned back. “Even if I wanted to help, I have very little power. you are the Alpha, I can do little, and you made it clear yesterday, if you can't do it no one else can,” he said with an arrogant smile. My goodness, this is just crazy. If anyone had told me that one day I will need the help of this old man I would have killed them and make sure his descendants remember the story.

** Chloe The fountain in the center of the town square was a work of art. A lone wolf standing guard against human hunters, depicting the struggles of our race. It had existed for centuries. Until tonight. I destroyed it. As I surveyed the destruction around me, my heart sank. I lost control of my powers, and innocent people were hurt. The heat from the fires was intense, and the sound of wood and metal crackling was deafening.

she asks quietly. I release my fists and stare at the ridiculous canopy bed across the room. "I just ... don't like feeling out of control." "Neither do I," she says, touching my hand. "But sometimes, we have to let go to move forward. I know how much it hurts to feel powerless." Her voice is soothing. "But no man can be all-powerful, Mikhail. Not even you." Her gaze holds mine as the shadow vanishes from her face. "The greatest strength often comes in moments of tremendous weakness."

To be free to lope through the forest under the full moon. Can you imagine what it would feel like to be so powerful? I reply, relieved that we’re on the same page for once. I’ve never felt powerful in my life. It would be nice to know what that’s like… at least once. We’re powerful in at least one way. My conscience proclaims, ever the optimist when I’m trying to feel down on myself. We made a baby. We’re growing Damian’s pup. If that’s not power, what is?