Powerless Trilogy Book 3 Novels & Stories

, 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 Beatrice at that.

The fractured palace trembled beneath them. The golden light of God’s fury clashed against the silver-shadow energy of Luke, sending jagged streaks across the broken sky. Every heartbeat of Lily’s chest pounded in sync with Luca’s tiny pulses of power. She gripped her son tighter, feeling him stir, feeling his energy resonate with hers. For the first time, she truly understood: she was no longer powerless. She wasn’t just a pawn in God’s obsession, nor a fragile child in a world of monsters. She had a force within her—the love for Luke, the bond with Luca, and her own awakening power.

I focused on the other Anchor. The girl raised her hand. A wave of void hit me. The void felt like nothing. The void felt like the end. I raised my hand. I met the void with the light. I met the chaos with the order. The world went white. The noise vanished. The fusion held. The Anchor stood. The story moved to the final page. I saw the truth in the eyes of the girl. I saw the trap. I will break the cycle. I whispered. The power surged. The Keep shook. The walls cracked.

"My tower never ordered his claws to strike. If my underlying intentions truly carried a malicious alpha malice against your standing, my hand would have commanded a fire loop against your modern residential estate instead of the old mansion, since the ancestral house is basically an empty shell containing zero functional assets inside." Ada stares directly into Henry’s incredibly exhausted, aging face before opening his thin lips to let a sharp, level statement drop. "My system will accept your narrative... for this current pulse. Your private tokens must completely restore every single log of the old mansion back to its absolute original blueprint status, or my claws will never authorize t

Silas was the only one who believed that his ancestors' stone palace needed to be preserved, without actually razing down the piece of shit. If I ever had the chance to become powerful, I would make sure to make Silas feel every single pain he inflicted on me by tenfold. I would make him watch while I burn his pack. After I'm done with him, I would find the ugly gamma and burn him alive. I would remind him that his voice was irritating to hear. But the only way to gain this power …is by getting that book. I sighed, gripping the balustrade. It was old –ancient. Silas refused to even replace the simplest of things. I retracted my hands, still keeping my gaze fixed on the city; the wind blew ha

There was only the warmth of her mouth, the taste of defiance. Outside, the green light of the Citadel pulsed, a heartbeat of doom. But inside the bubble, two small, fragile humans held onto each other, plotting the death of a god. "Tomorrow," Tristan whispered against her lips. "We break the ice." "Tomorrow," she agreed. "We end it." The Mammoth rolled on into the dark, carrying the last hope of a broken world toward the frozen edge of oblivion. End of Chapter 34

You remind me of who I was, hungry, brilliant, and far too kind for the world you're about to enter. Hale Corporation is my legacy. Now it's partly yours. The board will see you as an outsider, a threat, a child playing with sharks. Prove them wrong. Trust no one. Question everything. Don't let them smell blood. You're stronger than you believe. All my love, Thomas "This is garbage!" Daniel stood now too. "We're contesting this. There's no way..." "The will is ironclad," Lucas cut in. "I have documentation proving Thomas was of completely sound mind. You're welcome to try, but you'll lose."

I had failed her and our daughter, putting them in a situation I'd been trying to protect them from. "Keep reading," Emily said. Refocusing my attention back on the book, my eyes scrolled across the words "Power of Three," and I immediately threw the book across the room, knocking over a lamp. We were screwed. The coven of evil witches was dead. If this was karma; it had a sick and twisted sense of humor, and I was not a fan. I felt like I had no control like everything was slipping through my fingers.

“I can handle whatever truths you have to share. We must face the final trial together as a family, united in purpose and resolve. Whatever secrets lie hidden in the shadows, we will bring them into the light and confront them head-on.” Uncle Apollo studies me intently, his gaze searching mine for any trace of doubt or fear. Finding only determination and unwavering strength, he finally nods, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. “The Power Of Three prophecy,” he begins, his voice grave with solemnity. “It foretells of a great cataclysm that will test the very fabric of our reality. The forces at play are ancient and terrible, beyond anything we have ever faced before. And at the heart of it all l

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1