Powerless Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Also frustration. I feel so lost sometimes in this game we are playing. Mostly because I’m not the one playing it. I’m just a piece being used by one powerful man or another. I don’t have much say in what I do, and the things I’m being asked to do are dangerous. Andy took me out into the middle of nowhere. What if he had done something terrible. He tried to ‘make out’ with me, but what if that had turned into rape? Or worse, what if he figured out what I was up to and decided to slit my throat and leave me in a hole somewhere?” “I hate feeling powerless,” I continue. “I have never been able to sway the direction of my own destiny. That’s one of the reasons I resisted you for so long,” I loo

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 warned her in my mind. “Nothing!” She replied, blinking her eyes wide open, making my heart sink to the very bottom. I couldn’t believe her. For a moment, I felt like my heart had stopped beating. It felt like everything in this world, which was once in my power, has now slipped through my hands. It felt like everything in this world that was once in my power had now slipped through my hands. I felt powerless, broken, and weak. Instantly, I loosened my grip on her wrist, a clear depiction of how powerless and weak I was in that moment.

For becoming the one thing I swore I would never be again: Powerless.

Powers that have been waiting for you to awaken them. Powers? I thought. Me—the girl everyone dismissed as weak, powerless, nothing. My mind flashed to memories of Alpha Itao, his cold words cutting me down, telling me I’d never amount to anything. But it was all a lie. All this time, something had been lying dormant within me, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself.

"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

Xylah' pointed out " but don't push your luck. Jane bursted into laughter "Crown princess, really?" She laughed a wicked laughter "Oh, that's right. I almost forgot you're married to that useless and retarded man!" "Really?" Xylah appeared more dangerous as she titled her head. "Of course bitch! Both you and your husband are utterly useless. You're a useless and powerless bunch so don't you even think I'll be intimidated by your empty threats. You can't do anything to me" Jane said thrumpiantly

I let go of his forearm, hoping maybe he would walk away again, but this time, he stayed, refusing to let me out of this conversation. "What do you want me to say? You know my powers come from the people who pray for me...from how much the Moon wants from me. Here, now, I'm powerless," I explain, hoping he sees what I'm trying to say to him. What happened with my healing powers was a fluke...I haven't Me being powerless, and you not, scares me.

Neither the chilled watermelon nor the cold air conditioning could cool the heat in my body. Damn it. I suddenly hated my photographic memory. Those two pages I saw in Kane’s room kept replaying in my head. It was a fanfiction. The female lead was me. The male lead was Wane. It was normal for fans to ship me and Wane. But who told me CP fans these days were so bold? The fanfiction’s plot was this: Because I complained about a werewolf couple fooling around in public, they cursed me—I would have to spend eighteen rounds in bed with my Fate Mate to maintain my human form. Otherwise, I would turn into a pig.

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?