Powerless Ebook Novels & Stories

he suggested. I nodded my head with a firm yes. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing and tried to battle this newfound power which is like a curse to me. At least Bruce is kind of lucky. He only has one power, which he got that day I found him at the lake. Whereas I got nine over the years, unfortunately, this one would make it ten. A shiver ran through me as the glowing light hovered unsteadily around me. I fought to gain control..I felt the power intensify as it exploded out of me. The water in the lake rippled as the wind blew heavily as if there was a storm.

She sat there for what felt like hours, too shocked to cry, too terrified to move. What was she supposed to do now? Call the police? And tell them what? That she'd found financial irregularities and now someone was threatening her? They'd think she was paranoid. Crazy even. Maybe she was crazy. Maybe she should just walk away. Sell the shares. Disappear. Forget any of this ever happened. You're stronger than you believe, Thomas had written. But was she? Strong enough for this? Strong enough to fight people who could destroy her apartment, hack her computer, watch her through her window?

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.”

finally bubbling to the surface, my aura darkening the room. I grabbed his jaw, my fingers digging into the bone. "I’m not the boy you broke. He’s buried in a potter's field next to his father. I’m the man who’s going to make you beg for the end. Now. Get. On. Your. Knees." I watched him sink. I watched the great Jaxson Vane, the Devil of the NHL, crumble to the floor because he had no choice. The power shift was absolute. I felt a sick, twisted sense of triumph as I looked down at his bowed head.

I comb my hair down, and catch my reflection in the mirror, allowing myself a small, controlled smirk. I take the journal, and lock it in my safe behind the towel rack in the bathroom. Heavier than it looks, that little book. Paper and ink shouldn’t feel like leverage, yet it does. Like holding a pulse in my palm. People think power comes from guns, money, men who answer when you call. They’re wrong. Power is knowing someone’s secrets. Power is knowing the exact sound they make when they’re lonely. I rest my hand on the safe door for a second longer than necessary, exhaling slowly.

“Until recently, we thought it was a myth. That was until the day I felt a great power emanating from you.” I picked up the book and flipped through the pages, looking at it. "Great power? What are you talking about, Remus? I don’t have any kind of power.” I said to the gamma, who kept his face expressionless “Yes, you do, Miss Chloe. I only felt this once, but after alpha Aaron told me about his transformation, I was more than convinced that this book is not a myth and that the daughters of the Moon Goddess are still among us.” He spoke indifferently, looking me straight in the eyes.

Kayla Pov I woke up in a dark room. At first, I thought maybe I was in my room with my loves, but as my eyesight comes into view, I know that's not the case. I was in a dungeon before this. Now, I know exactly where I am. How could I not? I spent years in this room. Marked up the rooms to keep the tally of the date, stained the mat with piss, blood. This little room carries much of my trauma. I tried banging on the door. I try using my powers, but I'm unable to. Something is blocking my powers. I feel incredibly weak