Powerless Novels & Stories

“And you are the only one who can change it. Work with me, and we can eliminate the common enemy we both share.” Silence smothered the room. The weight of what I had seen crushed me like a boulder. My throat tightened. My chest ached. It felt like the air was too thick to breathe. “I’m powerless,” I whispered. “I can’t do anything. Not anymore.” Saying it out loud, admitting it, felt like swallowing broken glass. “What if I grant you power?” she asked. “You can’t do this alone, but I can give you what you need. Power like mine. The ability to turn into anything you want. The strength to create the life you want.”

He looked at her, eyes dark, conflicted, but softening. “Together…” he muttered. Her heart fluttered. She wanted to reach closer, wanted to touch his face, but she stayed where she was. “I… I just… I hate feeling powerless,” he said finally. “I… I don’t like it.” Judy squeezed his hand gently. “David… even the strongest men feel powerless sometimes. It doesn’t make you less… it makes you human.” He closed his eyes briefly. “Human…” he whispered. She nodded. “Yes… human. And… and you have people who care. People who… who will help you.”

"I can't feel my power. It's like it's not there anymore." Fear shot through me. "What do you mean?" "I mean I used too much. Pushed too hard. And now it's gone. I can't feel the threads. Can't see reality's framework. I'm just normal." Tears filled her eyes. "I'm useless." "You're not useless. You're alive. That's what matters." "But without my power, how do we fight? How do we survive?" I didn't have an answer. Because she was right. Without her reality manipulation, we were just eight deadies with decent combat skills. Strong, but not strong enough to take on the entire administrator system.

she began slowly, "that Castiel wasn’t lying when he said he doesn’t have powers of his own. But that doesn’t mean he’s powerless." Her words hung in the air, confusing and yet somehow ominous. I frowned. "What does that even mean? How can someone not have powers but still not be powerless?" Andrea leaned back, folding her arms across her chest. "Think about it like this: In science, there are certain chemicals called catalysts. They don’t participate directly in reactions—they don’t change themselves—but they speed up or delay the reaction, making it more effective. Castiel might be the same. He may not have his powers in the t

, I threatened, harshly. “Oh please Josh, don't you dare threaten me. Take a good look at yourself. Don't be slightly deluded. You cannot do a damn thing to me and even if you could, you will definitely not try anything funny here either”, she replied, confidently. I stared at her speechlessly, once again recognising the same fact that made me quiet earlier during the conversation with Martin and co. The fact that I truly was powerless. It's crazy that it took that ceremony for me to really come to terms with what I really am, a powerless man who couldn't even hurt those men let alone hurt a Xavier, especially a crazy one like B

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.

She hesitated for a moment, turning back to me. “You're right, I may not be in your shoes.” I said, earning a surprised look before I continued, “But I know what it's like to feel powerless.” It was the truth, to some degree. I didn't know how it felt to be so beholden to someone, held captive to their whims.