Powers Book Novels & Stories

“To where?” “To one of my mates’ homes,” I said. “Or to Jane’s. They have powers. Real power. They can fight back properly if something happens. And Papa… I have powers too.” He raised an eyebrow at that. “I read the book,” he said slowly. “And you, my son, are not just powerful. You are rare.” Dada looked at him like he was about to reveal classified information. Papa continued anyway. “You are a very powerful human. And you are right. Going back to that world may keep balance in ours.”

"And you only make that small amount of money? How about I talk to my dad and have you fired? That way you can find a new job." "Fire me?" I forced myself to hold back from punching him. With a cold smile, I raised a brow and shot back, "Please. In this company, I matter a lot more than you." Everyone in the company knew it. Jackson was nothing more than the CEO's illegitimate son. Aside from getting his monthly allowance, he held no real power. I, on the other hand, was responsible for the company's entire underlying framework—its lifeline.

"We need her powers, and that is why Saleen had to strike her first, forgetting that we could get the powers and meet up with the demands of ending her once and for all." He took out some books from the table, bringing it forward to me. It appeared he'd been studying them before I came. "Look, this is what it takes to knock down such powers of hers." He positioned the book properly, now my eyes scanned through it. "Saleen operates in four major powers and just one minor power." He continued, pointing at the points where the lights crossed in the picture of Saleen he was showing me.

Something ancient and undeniable hummed in my chest. The enemy wolves charged. I focused, silver light flaring from my hands, spiraling outward in arcs that stopped attackers in their tracks. Pain and adrenaline coiled together as I realized my powers were more than healing they were force, control, protection. The largest golden-eyed wolf lunged again, claws aimed at my chest. Silver energy wrapped around it like steel, glowing brightly. I could feel the strain, my muscles trembling as power drained from me faster than I expected.

And he was right, if he'd wanted her dead, breaking into a wrecked apartment wouldn't be complicated. She opened the door. The man standing in her hallway looked like he'd stepped out of a corporate warfare documentary. Tall, with dark hair silvered at the temples. His suit probably cost more than her entire wardrobe. Everything about him screamed power, control, and absolutely zero tolerance for weakness. He looked at her destroyed apartment without an ounce of surprise, then those eyes settled on her. "Victor Hale." He didn't offer his hand. "We need to talk." "About what? How you know where I live? How you know about the files?" Nina kept the table leg raised between them.

I know this not because I can see you but because I was afraid too and because anyone who is not afraid at this point is not paying attention. *Here is what I want you to know.* *The power is not separate from you. That is the thing they never understood — the ones who wanted to take it, to weaponize it, to use it for purposes it was never designed for. They thought of it as a resource. Something that could be extracted and redirected. They were wrong.*

He asked, "Your name." I paused for a moment, then immediately brought my legs together and let my arms hang straight at my sides. I raised my head and straightened my back before in a loud, clear voice, "My name is Rebecca Lane! My strengths are that I'm hardworking and can handle hardship! No matter what role it is, I'm confident I can do it well! Please give me a chance, director!" The corner of Theodore's mouth twitched. But what had happened earlier involved certain family secrets, and he could not let anyone leak them.

“Then vent it all out. I’m right here. Literally locked to you.” My phone buzzed. I checked it with my free hand. LensCrusher: Longest day of my life. Handcuffed through classes, meals, everything. He saw me on the family call. I saw how much he carries as captain. We’re actually talking. It’s messing with my head badly. MidnightMVP: Handcuffed the whole day? Sounds exhausting. You okay? Is he crossing any lines? LensCrusher: Not exactly crossing. But close. His arm against mine constantly. He listened when I talked about protecting Ethan. Made me eggs again. I see him differently. It feels scary good.

she continued this time with a softer voice. I don’t have one but 4 powers? And we protect like everyone on this planet? Can’t I just be normal with normal problems instead of having powers and problems of others to solve? I can’t even solve my own problems.

Yet, what stood out about this world the most was none of that. What was so special about this futuristic world was that every person in it was born with mental power of varying strengths, ranked from F to SS. As a person grew and their personality became more defined, this mental power would change shape to form a special power closely related to the person’s most prominent personality traits. These powers were very useful and thus became an integral part of society. Those who had useful powers had higher-paying jobs and led more prosperous lives. Those who didn’t have that luck had to put in extra effort to compete with the power users and achieve the same living standards.