Powerless Novels & Stories

Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly the two heavyweights slowly fell asleep without realizing it. “Boss, I have checked all the goods, very good.” The powerful man standing in the dark quietly smoked a cigarette, each faint ring of smoke made it difficult for others to understand what he was thinking. The old man nodded slightly, threw away the cigarette, and spoke in a low, hoarse voice. The voice was cold as if it had no temperature. "Return."

But by remaining silent, those around him leave him alone in his little martyrdom. “You know, sometimes you hear about situations where someone in power forces his subordinates to do things they don't want to do by various forms of pressure” said Mońka and took a drag on his cigarette. “I don't consider these people to be weak but... powerless. Powerlessness is not that person's weakness, it's the community that doesn't give them support by taking the weapons out of their hands. You know what I mean?”

They were fated partners and loved each other unconditionally. They wanted to be together. It was Aaron and I who just couldn't make things work. But something else was keeping me awake. A constant feeling that something was still going to happen. Was I still nervous about the hunter's attack last night? We are very vulnerable. If it weren't for my powers, we would all be dead Rory....Rhea whined What is it?I asked, sighing as I sat up in bed. I need to go out for a run,Did she really say? Now?-I asked, exasperated.

He didn't know what he had done to deserve this relentless pursuit, and the uncertainty only fueled his panic. The more he ran, the weaker he became. The strength that once coursed through him, empowering him with extraordinary abilities, now eluded him. His weakened state hindered him from tapping into the powers. Each attempt to draw upon that wellspring of energy ended in frustration, leaving him defenseless against the threats that loomed.

Helpless. That word echoed in my mind, a cruel reminder of how powerless I was in this moment. The vampire strength that had become second nature to me, the abilities I had come to rely on—they were all gone, drained away by the vervain they kept injecting into me. I could feel it coursing through my veins, dulling my senses, sapping every ounce of energy from my body.

I don't even know why I have to do this, it doesn't help me. Power Manipulation is also over so my ordeal in the listing is also over. It's a handshake. Techie things to make life better are not trendy here. ••• At the Pantry "I feel like I have no growth in our PM. How many months have we been studying? Then I still can't contain the energy." Yuwe sadly promised me. Somehow I feel her because even if I was in her situation I would be really sad too. It's a good thing that I have no power, at least that's not my problem.

protested a man who looked so wizened that he was practically bent in half over his cane. “I felt it, and I told it what to do, and it responded. My powers are far stronger than they were, and they grow stronger daily. Remember that I can be either a powerful ally, or a foe to be reckoned with. If you try to force my hand again, I won’t hesitate to respond to that threat.”

“No tests.” Her shoulders dropped slightly. “No pain. No machines. No fear so don’t be worried,” I added gently as I pulled a feather from my pocket and placed it on my palm. “Voss taught us that power has to be forced,” I said. “That it comes out when we’re scared or angry.” Paloma nodded slowly. “But that’s not true,” I continued. “Power listens and it follows how you feel.” I glanced at her. “You’re not broken, Paloma.. No one here is..”

As he saw Jin and his minions running away from the scene. "What I'm I going to do now, I'm dead if I don't think of something and the worst part is that I don't have powers to protect myself, I'm the weakest of the weak. The weakest part of the world at least have an ability but I don't" In this world people have abilities and they are classified under different types. The first is power types, these are people with physical abilities and his include super speed, super strength, invisibility and so on. They are called super being.

Then, with a voice as empty as the void, she finally spoke. “I cannot help you,” she said, the words striking me like shards of ice. I looked up, horror spilling across my face, and she continued, her voice devoid of sympathy. “I am cursed, bound to three decades of powerlessness,” she said, as if reciting an unbreakable truth. The last embers of hope within me splintered, crumbling under the weight of her words. Powerless. The goddess before me was as helpless as I was. She cannot fucking help her own servants. How the hell is a goddess powerless?