Novel & Cerita Powerless

I can’t do anything to make it better and that gets to me. Usually if there is a problem with anything, I can fix it, I can sort it out and I can make it right. But this, well it’s totally out of my control and I hate that feeling. I feel totally, utterly useless and powerless. Right at the moment when this young woman needs me, I can’t do anything for her situation other than console her.

I could feel my blood turning to ice as I realized that not only was I trapped in what could only be hell, but I also didn’t have my wolf powers here. "How does it feel to be powerless?" The voice chuckled. "The great alpha Ivan. The most powerful alpha of your time? You have been reduced to nothing more than a human." "Even human, I’ll fucking kill you!" I warned. If this bastard thought that I wasn’t capable of killing someone without my wolf, he was sadly mistaken. I wasn’t some idiot that only depended on my supernatural abilities. "Why don’t you come out from wherever you’re hiding so I can show you just how powerless I am?

I bent down and looked into his eyes as his brows meet together while staring into mine. This time, I used my power which I only do once against the enemies. I say, "Tell me what I am?" I waited for a while and he just stared at me seriously. After a while, he spoke, "Only you can tell who you are, Sophia." I stopped and went back to my desk. My powers didn't work on him and that only means one thing. I asks, "You're not human, am I right?" And he responded, "You're not human either."

But because of it, my reflexes were sluggish, ordinary. Drake narrowed his eyes as if reading my thoughts. “Wait… you can’t use your powers?” I nodded weakly. “No.” The admission tasted bitter. I hated feeling weak, useless. My senses were screaming that something bad was coming, but there I stood, powerless to do anything about it. Drake’s expression softened, though his words remained teasing. “You’re really no good without your powers, are you?” “Shut up,” I hissed, but before I could step away, he suddenly scooped me into his arms.

It was at that moment he knew he was powerless. It was at that moment he had a taste of helplessness. He wanted to go and comfort his mate but it was like his legs were chained to the floor. Jefferson's eyes had become red at this moment but he couldn't cry. He was the strongest so there was no way he would cry. How would the strongest cry? It was a disgrace to their dignity and he was sure of it. But just now he was powerless and he was the only one who knew how it feels to be powerless so he wasn't the strongest anymore.

Jenna POV A week had passed since I killed the Rogue King. I still carried the heavy burden of what I had done. Adam wished I had not done what I did, but I honestly do not see any other way we could have achieved destroying him. I still missed having my powers. Adam keeps encouraging me to try and use them, but I am fearful to try and then have them not work. For now, I am living with not knowing. It helps that something that would benefit from my healing powers has not occurred either.

“If Denzel were still around, I suppose he wouldn’t be as tolerable as you are now. He said that if a man walks the earth with a clear conscience, he wouldn’t let himself be threatened by others.” Willow said, “He also said that every powerhouse walks on countless skeletons in his path. What’s a powerhouse? A powerhouse is someone who doesn’t give thought to personal safety and isn’t wavered by rumors and slanders. A powerhouse’s path is destined to be filled with boundless loneliness.”

"You are, by your own account and by all external measures, a powerful man. Yet you describe feeling powerless in this situation." "Financial power is useless against someone who can turn the legal system into a custom-made weapon, and public opinion into a cudgel," I said, the frustration I'd been swallowing for weeks finally finding a calm outlet. "My power was in systems she either owned or could corrupt. My only real power has been to stand with Maya. To be a shield, however imperfect."

Power unused is power uncontrolled. "You are saying I need to use my power more? After spending months learning to restrain it?" "Restraint and use are not opposites. You can be controlled while still using your power regularly." Sebastian stood, pacing. "Think of it like a muscle. If you only exercise during emergencies, that muscle will be weak and unpredictable when you need it most. But if you use it daily, gradually increasing strength, it becomes reliable. Trustworthy." "So what do you suggest? I start using magic to do laundry?" "Actually, yes. Use it for small things. Lighting fires. Healing minor cuts. Moving objects. Weave power into your daily routine until it becomes as natural a

I started to summon my strength in the hopes of trying to break free of the handcuffs binding my wrists. I had plenty of temper and plenty of time, but my powers just couldn’t break through. I tried and tried, but nothing. I was the same as I had always been, completely powerless. I shuffled up the bed as I heard a movement on the other side of the door. It was like I had to get as far away as possible from the danger, despite knowing there was no way of me actually getting away from it.