Powerless Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Fuck," Fin cursed under his breath. "Stay here. I will take care of those rogues." He kissed me on the forehead before he jumped down from the branch he was perched on. I sat on the branch and watched Fin. He stood to his full height and glared at the men. Instantly, the men rushed towards him. Fin didn't waste a single moment. He gathered his blue powers. And for the first time, I saw a fairy's wings. They were beautiful. With the way they glittered, they looked so white; they seemed almost transparent.

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

I didn’t think I will have to actively work hard to gain the company till now, I wanted to go to places and experience the strength of my power, I wanted to go to Gold university and give a god damned speech about being a scholarship student right there and returning as the owner. I wanted doors to open because my name was mentioned, even the flock of women that came with such liberties, Aria probably wouldn’t be able to come along as she would be raising our kids. The thought of power makes me hard and I take my shaft and stroke as I think of how much authority I will possess, and maybe if I like I will hold unto Emb as my mistress, put her on pills and whenever I wanted to fuck good, I’ll

I was nothing more than a glorified nanny. But it didn't matter anymore. This "cheap nanny" was about to resign, permanently. From now on, their charming, beautiful "real mom" could deal with their tantrums and homework.

Why does it always have to come crashing in and destroying my marvelous fantasies about feeling tingles when I touch someone’s hand thereby finding my mate and becoming a stronger version of myself. I’m a pretty weak human. I’m shorter than average, I have a small pouch where I wish I had abs, and I can barely do a push up, let alone a pull up. Even the humans in my stories are stronger than I am. Well, most stories. Sometimes the girl is weak.

I told him in my normal voice. I heard him laugh so hard from the other end, and it makes my heart started to beat tremendously. Believe me, I feel so powerful among my peers, I can boss whosoever that pleases me around, and which they will never defy my words. But when it comes to Zayn, I feel completely powerless, for he's so powerful, he's capable of doing any f**king sh't and no one would dare question him.

“Oh really? Then explain it to me. Because why wouldn’t you even try unless it was about power—or my lack of it?” “Lack of power? You want to talk to me about lack of power?” I barked at him and shoved him back so he’d stop walking closer. I put that finger under his nose again because I couldn’t let him get closer. “Don’t talk to me about lack of power when you’re out there fucking whoever you want, doing whatever you want, whenever you want—don’t talk to me, a female, about power in the packs! I’m little better than a piece of furniture as far as my parents are concerned.” “You’re the most powerful female in our generation—”

DANIEL'S POV I still don’t understand why my powers aren’t working like they used to. It’s like something inside of me broke. Something deep, something important. I’ve tried to ignore it, tried to fight through it, but it’s impossible not to feel it. The energy I once had— the supernatural strength, the ability to control things most people can’t even dream of— it's fading. Slipping from my fingers like sand, no matter how tightly I try to hold on.

I read it three times. Then I closed my laptop, sat back in my chair, and let myself feel, for one honest second, exactly what Roman had already named out loud. I hadn’t done this because it was right. I’d done it because I couldn’t stand feeling powerless one more day, and this was the only power I had left…

“None of us know. Not really. Bastien might come back, but he might not. Empty promises won’t make it hurt any less if that time comes.” “You’re right.” Sophie agrees. “I’m sorry. I think it’s harder for men sometimes. They want to have all the answers. They don’t want us to worry. So they lie… they pretend… they try to be strong.” She shakes her head, her rose gold hair glinting in the dim lights. “They don’t realize that simply admitting how powerless we all are can be the best course of action.” “The terrible thing is that Bastien has never been powerless.” I share. “He’s not like other men. He’s always so strong… I can’t imagine a world where he no longer exists.”