Powerful: A Powerless Story Novels & Stories

If it weren't for the man's strong physique, he might have been torn into pieces. "Is the Inuit's Guardian Spirit really that strong?" The blind woman asked. She had heard Jason mention it once, but it was just a slip of the tongue and she had no time to ask about it in detail. "He's very strong. I almost had no power to fight back." Jason nodded and said in a serious tone. One strike was enough to defeat him. At that time, he was only passively making the final defense. The Guardian Spirit of the Inuit was the first to make him feel so powerless.

Another man from the group chimed in with a bland tone. After pondering for a moment, Fane decided that he wanted to get some information out of the other party’s mouth. “Hmm... Since you all think that today will be my last day, can you let me die with understanding? For example: Tell me which powerhouses of America do you guys belong to? How strong is it, and how many people are in it? After all, I’m an incredibly curious person.” “Haha! Let me tell you then, kiddo. The powerhouse behind us is unbelievably strong, powerful, and with high authority. Anyway, it’s a power that you can’t afford to offend at all.”

"Why ma'am I don't get it! I already told you I was fully capable of using my powers! I can take care of it myself!" "Evin I know that you performed a high tier spell yesterday using the magic of the blue rose, but do you know that it had to be forcefully controlled to prevent it from slipping out?" "What...what do you mean?" "Evin....the power yielded by that rose is extremely strong, you nearly killed innocent people! I know that you used it to try and heal Mez but, the excess magic that had slipped out beyond your reach was tainted with death, did you know that? Evin, I'm not saying that you are incapable, your mental condition right now.... isn't at it's best child...... what I'm trying

Nina’s legs shook, and she pressed herself against the edge of a chair. She wanted him, but she was scared. She wanted him to touch her, but she also wanted to run. Fear, adrenaline, desire—it all twisted inside her in a way that left her dizzy. Dante’s hand brushed hers, guiding her slightly. “This is your lesson tonight,” he said. “Desire is not weakness. It’s power. And when you learn to use it… you’ll be unstoppable.” Her breath hitched. “You make it sound so… easy,” she said, half-laughing, half-whimpering.

“To gravity.” Varek chuckled and knelt beside her, offering a canteen. “Not bad.” “I got hit fifteen times.” “You didn’t fall until the end. That’s progress.” She gulped the water and lay back, staring at the grey sky above. “Why does everyone keep saying I’m powerful? I don’t feel powerful. I feel like a very tired raccoon who accidentally walked into a vampire soap opera.” Varek lay beside her, close but not touching. “You are powerful. But power doesn’t just come from magic—it comes from choice. Every time you get back up, you grow stronger.”

He let out a long sigh and said, "You're right. I'm not powerful enough." "Don't be disappointed. There's no such thing as the most powerful entity in this world. There will always be something more powerful," said Wilbur. Shepard pondered for a long while before he said slowly, "There's no such thing as the most powerful, and there will always be something more powerful. Thanks for the advice." He bowed at Wilbur with sincerity. Wilbur smiled and said, "Please rest well. Goodbye." He then turned around to leave.

I could feel my blood turning to ice as I realized that not only was I trapped in what could only be hell, but I also didn’t have my wolf powers here. "How does it feel to be powerless?" The voice chuckled. "The great alpha Ivan. The most powerful alpha of your time? You have been reduced to nothing more than a human." "Even human, I’ll fucking kill you!" I warned. If this bastard thought that I wasn’t capable of killing someone without my wolf, he was sadly mistaken. I wasn’t some idiot that only depended on my supernatural abilities. "Why don’t you come out from wherever you’re hiding so I can show you just how powerless I am?"

All I was doing was giving it soil to grow. I had seen what powerlessness looked like in her eyes when she first told me about that night, when her ex-husband, Nathaniel Blake, brought his pregnant mistress into their home, and she was forced out into the storm with nothing but her three-year-old daughter in her arms. That memory had carved something deep inside her, something that turned pain into fuel.

I cross to the door, pausing in the doorway to look back at him—sprawled across the bed, king of this crumbling kingdom, certain he’s the one who set the rules. He thinks he’s untouchable, safe behind his walls, his “no-strings” speech a shield.

“DO you think I need something to become powerful…Darling I am already powerful. These countries run with my single snap” “You were and are powerful but hollow inside. You showed your power to me who never ever harmed you even know you. You made me helpless in every way and mean because you were powerful and rich? You snatched my dignity and tore my self respect because you are powerful than me than BRAVO CAPO” Nandini clapped and thumbs up while crying