Superhero Psychic Novels & Stories

“You must discard pleasures of the flesh.” “Okay, no fleshy pleasures. Should we get going?” I was happy to agree with whatever he wanted. I had no intention of going through with this nonsense, I just wanted him to take us to the big boss. Which could be dangerous, but if things went pear-shaped I was confident I could outrun a giant brain. They tend to have poor mobility, what with having no legs. Sure, you have to consider psychic powers. I know how sci-fi works. A large frontal lobe could mean anything from telekinesis to ESP. But I was untouchable. Even if he got his tentacles in me, I could remove them.

she said, shaking her head. “Actually it does,” Arya said. “While I was in the Oracle, there was a scientist who worked for them; Mathias Scoffield. He researched mostly the mind of wolves and he theorized that there was something called the psychic pool,” she paused and let the word sink in. “It is a collection of the residual mental energy that we leave when we actively think of something. He claims if that pool his big enough, it can affect reality in itself.” “And does he have an example of this?” Beatrice asked.

Shaun said. “I didn’t expect that Alex would be so powerful that even you are not a match for him,” Soraya said. “ “Bullsh*t! What’s so great about him?” Shaun’s eyes were dark. “He’s just a psychic, and I had accidentally got caught up in his skills. When I’m sufficiently prepared, I will cut down that sh*tty head of his.”

“That’s what came to mind when you mentioned the 500 missing bodies, especially with someone in the Johnson family being able to control energy. You might not know this, but you can look into some of the old scripts…” Eden paused before adding, “The best way to understand it is to read a few fantasy or sci-fi novels. You can’t take everything literally, but some concepts, like psionics or superpowers, are similar. Only a handful of people in the world know about this stuff, and even I don’t know everything. But… it’s powerful.” Hearing Eden describe it as powerful left Liam so stunned he began to sweat. He stayed silent for a while before saying, “I need to report this to my higher-ups.”

Aiden confessed looking desperate in front of her that only made Psyche put her hands on her temples trying to massage them gently feeling a little bit off as she sighed for a long minute while trying to find a chair inside the library. "What made you think I did that all for you? You just said it earlier. I just USED you" Psyche said, as she emphasize the word 'used' in front of him, calmly sitting on the chair near the shelves looking at Aiden seriously making him feel useless comparing him to a toy that was already used that had no more used to her "No, I won't give up. Even if you use me or anything as long as I'm on your side, I'm alright with that" Aiden said pleading his way towards P

Wiser! I won't let him hurt me. I don't need any scars to remind me that life is unfair. Staying alive is the main goal, Staying intact and in one piece that is. What's the point of getting bruised and scratched up when in the end Mario will still get what he wants and have his sexual way with me. I learn lessons quickly. I drank the water for my throat dried up from all that crying. The feeling of Suffocation took over my brain, knowing my free will is starting to be taken away slowly.

I felt a strange flow of energy passing through my body, especially through my hands. I didn’t need to look down to know what that was. I knew sparks were shooting from my hands. I clenched my glove tightly to prevent any more harm. Whenever I hurt myself or mostly after my outburst, I always had a hard time controlling my powers. “He’s a recruit, one of the best ring fighters as you asked, Xavier.” Kyle butted in. A fighter. I nodded before walking past him to my office. They followed behind. I sat down on my spot on Evan’s black and red leather chair behind an enormous black glass desk. Which was mine now, along with his title.

[Fear not, Seraphine,] my inner power echoed, its voice a soothing balm in the midst of the psychic storm. [I am here to aid you, to bolster your will and guide your efforts.] With the reassuring presence of my inner power, I felt a surge of renewed determination. It was as if a warm light enveloped me, shielding me from the onslaught of Dorian's mental onslaught. Encouraged by this newfound strength, I resumed my attempts to manipulate Dorian's memories, fortified by the unwavering support of my inner power. As I delved once more into the labyrinth of Dorian's thoughts, I could sense my inner power weaving its energy around mine, creating a harmonious blend of strength and purpose. The psyc

By next Monday, he'd be in his own place. Lying in his hotel room that night, he wasn't surprised that he dreamed of Summer again. He couldn't control when the dreams came - he never had been able to, though he could control the content to some extent. Just as holiday magic ran through Summer's family, moderate psychic powers popped up here and there in his. Matt's had always been dream speaking. Normally, he could only talk this way with his mom or sister. There had been one other incidence, with a friend from his unit, a part-psychic Navajo who had used the dream speech to locate and rescue Matt from under a pile of rubble after his plane had gone down.

Without even hearing his response I already touched the end call. I’m doomed. Do I need to wait or not? I didn’t even hear him. Poppycock! I was standing at Sevi’s front door still knocking and trying to calm him down. I wasn’t trying to open the door myself since the last time I do that, a flying glass greeted my face. It was better not to force him to calm down. That’s the last Psychologist said as a token of advice after she resigns. I had hired many Doctors before but no one can handle him once his PTSD struck.