Powerless Ebook Novels & Stories

"I just know that we are powerless in this situation." "In fact, there are many situations where our power is limited, but at least you saved them. You brought them back to civilization and helped them end their life on the Moon, which was nothing more than a mirage, all you could do, and sometimes that's not enough. Life is like that; not everything can go perfectly." "I know," Liana hugged her knees. "It's because I understand this fact that I feel so powerless. Sometimes, seeing things too clearly has its own disadvantages."

He never forces me to work, but I can’t help feeling that the others in the house might know what we’re doing, and that embarrasses me. A while later, I was in the library of this house. I inhaled deeply as I looked at the towering stacks of books, most of them about dark power, curses, and forces capable of binding fate itself. I thought about Kairos, about the immense power he possessed, and the weight that came with it. Back then, they had managed to defeat their enemies, but the victory came with a curse. “No one ever talks about my own power,” I whispered, staring down at my hands.

My body had never frozen like this before. Every second stretched out like a minute. Why was he leaning in so slowly? Why were his eyes closing? Why was he getting closer? In that moment, I felt like I couldn’t defend myself anymore. Like I’d just have to accept whatever came next. No. That familiar sense of powerlessness washed over me the same way I’d felt when Zephyros smashed my phone against the wall. Now another man had me trapped between his arms, trying to dominate me. Did all men get off on making women feel weak and helpless?

His voice was low and slow, and he talked about power dynamics and moral domination. Every word hit me deep in the gut. He stopped for a moment to let the sentence hang and said, "True power doesn't need force." It just is, and the weaker mind bends to it without knowing why. My pen stopped working in the middle of a word. My cock moved against the seam of my jeans. I hated how my body had become so predictable around him. One look from those eyes made my belly feel hot and my

She looked too young and innocent to possess as much power as she seemed to wield effortlessly. Even the king himself hadn’t been able to use his sway so surgically. But she was able to isolate thoughts, memories, even the free will to perform specific actions. I could only hope that one day that sadistic bastard would find himself face to face with her and that she would bring him down to his knees. “Focus…” her voice hummed in my mind.

Gabriel agreed, saying, "This is what I have heard too. But if not dark stone, what could his powers be?" Chungyong said, "If I think about back then when those tentacles came out of the ground, I felt an unknown energy." Mingyo added, "I felt that too." Mingyo has always been the topper of elementals of the whole school. She had been just a point before losing it to Orlee in the test. She had the best energy reading capacity, again after Orlee, the girl (Orlee) seemed to have every power in the universe. Mingyo looked down, shying away, her two high ponytails draping over her shoulder. Her purple hair has always been a show to go with, plus her small figure has always made her prey to many

I almost smiled at this thought but the situation is such that I couldn't. "And what are those categories?" I asked. "The powerless and the powerful. One under the powerful and two under the powerless." She analyzed. "I need more explanation, princess." I folded my hands across my chest. "The powerless, Suzy and Steve, and the powerful is your mom." She met my gaze. "What does that mean?" I became more confused as I tried to put two and two together. "If Sage is back, he'd be after the ones without powers first and your mom." She answered and I opened my mouth to say something when she shut me up with a raise of her hand. I noticed a change in her eyeballs. It was as if something flashed thr

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.”

The red-blooded male was under her control. ‘Oh yes please my baby boy,’ a thirty two year old lady said romantically. She had known the power of a woman since Bible times. Powerful men fell and reduced to junkies and prisoners because of women like Delilah, Jezebel and the like. The lady was ready to play it dirty if only she could frustrate the enemies who thought they were sharp to infiltrate her camp.

Mine answered without permission, rising sharp and hot against it. “You talk like strength is only blood and secrets,” I said. “Like power is just who you can step on and still stand tall. But true power isn’t blind inheritance.” Elias leaned in, lips curling. “Then tell me, boy. What even is true power?” I held his stare. Didn’t blink. “True power,” I said quietly, “is when the thing that should scare you most doesn’t anymore. Not because you got stronger. Because you stopped caring if you survive it.”