Powerless Fanfiction Novels & Stories

' Finally with a look of disgust, he broke his silence. "She's smart, but not thinking clearly. She has no idea what she is doing. There's a chance of her ending up anywhere. She thinks her powers will protect her. in some worlds, her powers are weakened, or even gone. While someone Considered powerless here may have super strength. There are dimension where magic is detected instantly, and is a death sentence. Other worlds all the people are dying of hunger. Some realms are consumed with plagues. There are so many worlds, so many possibilities."

Why did everyone assume things would go badly? “Well, it didn’t. So please let it go. I didn’t want to involve you because I didn’t think you’d let me do it. Every time I use my powers, things turn to shit. I’m able to do things I could not nor would I want to dream about, and each time, I see it chips away at you. I cannot begin to comprehend what you feel while I’m in that state. I keep thinking one day, you’ll grow tired of feeling this way, and you’ll leave me. I would. I’d leave myself if I could. What that power does to my body, I would leave myself in a heartbeat if it meant I would never have to feel like that again.”

Specially the girls, some nobles have some fetish to young girls and love to rape them. Thinking of this evil deeds, Eduard wants to take those children slaves, to house them and avoid them to be abuse by these cruel nobles. Sadly, even he's household was tight in money and he was having a hard time managing his expenses, so their is nothing he could do other than slowly gaining power and wealth.

I wiped my tears and turned to stare at her. "For Fifteen good years of my life, I've been nothing but a slave because I had no bizzare powers around me and for the first time in my entire existence, Sebastian needed such a person to save himself, his throne and his pack. Do you know what that meant? I felt powerful!! The fact that I never possessed any power traits in my body but I'm capable of saving him made me feel like the most powerful person on earth but right now, I feel like my whole existence is cursed with this goddamn thing in me.

"Can't you use your goddamn brain cells for once?!" I smile despite the pain, entertained by the two men fighting. Sleepy made a mistake, but it's not his fault that I'm at the brink of death—I might be the princess of this land, but I'm weak. Why wasn't I born with any extraordinary power allowing me to put up a good fight? I'm useless. Blood trickles down my arms, and I close my eyes, panicking because I know Fabian is becoming stronger by the second. I try to kick myself forward, but exhaustion is creeping in. I'm too weak and crane my neck.

"Don't use me as an excuse. Don't you fucking dare put that shit on me!" His mouth opens. "You have no idea," he says, and now his voice is rising too, raw and scraped, "what it's like to be powerless. To have no one. To have no support, nothing, no one in your corner — you have no fucking idea what that does to a person, what it makes you—"

I wished he understood…he had to understand! "You don't understand what it's like to be powerless," I said, my voice breaking. "To be used as bait, as fodder. To be dragged around and have no control over your own life!" “As a matter of fact, I do!” He ran his fingers through his hair, “Which is why I think what you're doing is foolish!” “There is nothing foolish about wanting power, Roman. Once upon a time you had the world in your hands and let's not lie to ourselves, you fucking loved it!”

Empty. Lucian’s words from yesterday circled in my head. He and Damon both insisted that I had a rare kind of power, one that the Luna title only made stronger. But if that were true… where was it now? What was the use of power if I couldn’t feel it? Not a flicker beneath my skin. Not a trace in my blood. I felt nothing—no strength, no energy. Just hollow. Everyone around me treated me like I might fall apart if they said the wrong thing.

felt completely powerless. Because one human woman had undone everything I thought I was.

David's people would have weeks to make her disappear. She couldn't hire private security. She'd checked her bank account at 3 AM. After paying her new apartment's deposit and first month's rent, she had maybe three thousand dollars left. That wouldn't buy protection from people who spray-painted death threats on walls. She couldn't run. Where would she go? And what about her mom? Her sister? They'd become leverage the second she disappeared. Nina picked up the contract again, fingers tracing Victor Hale's signature. Her brain flashed to Ryan: I love you, Nina, once I'm stable we'll get married, I promise. While he was planning his engagement to someone else. Six years of lies wrapped in pre