Powerless Ebook Novels & Stories

I say. “What?” My mother says looking at me. “They have to know! The night Kaya and Auburon’s uncle came the night of the ball. When Iris and I tapped into our powers, she looked scared. Maybe they thought killing Dad would… I don’t know. Weaken me? Plus Mom didn’t have her powers when she killed him so she knew she’d be no match for her” I say. “You got your powers back Maya?” My grandfather asks. “Yep. Given back to me by the original witch, Parisa,”

“If Denzel were still around, I suppose he wouldn’t be as tolerable as you are now. He said that if a man walks the earth with a clear conscience, he wouldn’t let himself be threatened by others.” Willow said, “He also said that every powerhouse walks on countless skeletons in his path. What’s a powerhouse? A powerhouse is someone who doesn’t give thought to personal safety and isn’t wavered by rumors and slanders. A powerhouse’s path is destined to be filled with boundless loneliness.”

MEANWHILE LAWRENCE'S HOSPITAL His dark pair of cold eyes were wet and red as his both hands were holding the wrinkled hand of his half dead birth giver tightly, expecting her to open her beautiful pearly eyes and look at him again. But there she was lying half dead... unconsciously. Jordan Lawrence was the man of strict and powerful rule, he was known to achieve anything he chooses to achieve with his power. But right here he was helpless. He was freaking helpless for only one thing, he cannot help his mother but to watch her lying on the bed with the support of all those machines attached to her body...

I can’t do anything to make it better and that gets to me. Usually if there is a problem with anything, I can fix it, I can sort it out and I can make it right. But this, well it’s totally out of my control and I hate that feeling. I feel totally, utterly useless and powerless. Right at the moment when this young woman needs me, I can’t do anything for her situation other than console her.

“Same with Feyre and Rhysand. He’s more powerful, but he listens. She challenges him. The abuse doesn’t come from power—it comes from how that power is wielded.” A low murmur of approval ripples through the room. Lucien’s gaze sharpens. “So you’re saying power isn’t the problem. Ego is.” “Yes,” Ivy says, unwavering. “Power is like fire. It only burns when it’s used to dominate instead of warm.” Lucien walks closer to her, unreadable. “And if one party enjoys being powerless?” Ivy meets his gaze. “Then that’s still choice. And choice is power.” Silence, thick and electric.

Powerlessness against power. — Look at yourself, he says softly. Look at the woman who thought she could defy a Tsar with a table knife. It's pathetic. The rage inside me explodes into silent sobs, violent spasms I can't contain. Hot tears stream down my cheeks, betraying my defeat, my shame, my absolute weakness. — Cry, he says, almost kindly. Cry for your stupidity. Cry for your bodyguard's death. Cry for your own powerlessness. It's the only thing you can do freely now.

LUKA Knowledge isn't always power, it's sometimes pain. The kind that has you buckled over like you were kicked in the nuts. Nothing about this all consuming pain makes knowing about everything feel powerful. l feel powerless. With no single idea on how to fix this. My eyes burn and my wrist hurts from drawing and painting all day today. I also felt weak all over.

"Update completed, your new power is known as mind control which means that you have the ability to make a living organism do whatever you want" "This is amazing" Kaikuh thought as she became excited and tried using her abilities. "What's going on? Why can't I control the beast" Kaikuh thought as she tried using the powers. A message then popped up saying, "Just like your mind reading abilities, you can't just start from the top, currently your at level on of this ability, which means you have to be in physical contact with the person before you would be able to activate mind control"

I was the only one on this stretch of beach, and yet it was impossible. I didn’t have magic. My entire life I’ve been powerless. Powerless in the face of Lucille’s wrath. Powerless against Kimberly and her vicious moods. Powerless against everyone who had ever done me harm. Nova’s voice softened. Even with my mind addled, I couldn’t stand the heavy notes of sympathy winding themselves around her vocal cords.

I let the question exist without urgency. Then I ask another. Am I more myself than I was before? The answer is undeniable. Yes. Even when it’s uncomfortable. Even when it costs access. Even when it shifts the room. Especially then. Because power that depends on your compliance was never yours to begin with. True power isn’t loud. It isn’t imposed. It’s the quiet authority of not needing permission to be coherent. The chapter ends without applause. No dramatic win. No public recognition. Just an internal settling. A sense that I can now stand in rooms without scanning for where to shrink. That alone changes everything.