Telekinetic Novels & Stories

Prologue I saw you clear as sky, but why am I asking why? Have we met before? It feels like we’ve known each other for so long. Who are you? I really want to know you. “Memories are links in a golden chain that bind us until we meet again.” - Jacqueline Winspear

This scenario only proves that there are really bad people in any world. "I think I should help you get a ride," I told him but it's only me who can hear my words. I sensed a speeding car approaching our direction and so I focused. When I saw it getting near and not changing its speed even after seeing the waving hands of the man, I used my telekinesis and stopped its wheels from moving. I pulled over right in front of the man. "Jesus Christ, thanks so much! I thought there's no one here to help me."

“I imagine you’d like to know about what happened today…at the city line.” “You bloody well know where our concerns lie!” Aziz growled in the back of my mind as Ares Barbosa was arguably the world's most powerful and dangerous psychokinetic. His abilities ranged from telepathy to extensive telekinetic power. So I would not be surprised if he knew exactly where both my and my counterpart’s root concerns lie.

We didn’t have to wait to find out what his power was because the books on the shelf began to shake and fall to the ground, the items on the table as well began to move and I had to step back to avoid being stabbed with a floating pen. “Telekinesis.” Gavrael said as more things were displaced from their original positions. “I’m sorry, I can’t control it. I don’t know how to stop it.” Theia’s father said with a grimace as one of the chairs toppled over on its own. “Your mind is unsettled. Calm yourself and you will regain control.” Gavrael said to him. It took him several minutes, and we even had to leave him in the study before he was able to stop it.

I explain about how it appeared that the rogues were under a spell that only made them attack Ward and how the pulse that I emitted from my body seemed to be the only thing that stopped the majority of the fighting. The doctor quietly writes down his notes as he listens to my story. There is no judgment on his face when I talk about all of the lives that I took before and after I entered the battle. The doctor taps his pen against his chin when I finish my story and I can tell that he is deep in thought. "Have you ever heard of electrokinesis?" The doctor finally asks me. I shake my head no, and the doctor leans back in his seat. "It is the ability to send out an electric pulse that inter

' That was a dramatic line but doesn't sound bad either. 'But how was I able to throw him out without contact?' I asked the question bothering my mind since the beginning of all these. 'Because you have the gift of telekinesis.' Joanne's reply got me stunned. 'What? So, I can now control things with my mind?' 'It's one of your many gifts, Mel, Use it.' Joanne giggled. 'Wow. Just one of my gifts. Which means that there's more?' "Why are you such a magnet for problems?" Father hissed.

I gave Charlie a small smile and rolled my eyes when Kane squeezed me tighter… overprotective jerk. "I've summarized the pages to the necessary information and we now know that their strengths are darkness..." I bit my lip as Sage started. "...lightning speed, enhanced stamina, high leaping heights..." I was annoyed by how Sage was mentioning their strengths like they were to be worshipped, it was also frightening. "...joint telepathy..." "What the fuck is joint telepathy?" our Gamma asked with crossed arms. Charlie took it up from there. "It's like a mutual communication bridge between the whole set that allows them to convey brainwaves they recognize as a means of conversing from one to th

Shayara’s already in a deep slumber, so I’m going to have to pull on my own energy… Telekinesis is something I inherited from mom, something that is rare for even vampires, but I was lucky enough to be blessed with it. I focus on him, my eyes burning with concentration as I render his body immobile...

His eyes had a blinding glow of red as he twirled his hands, the air suddenly crackling with dark energy sending it at me. Swiftly, I sidestepped his attacks, conjuring a force of flame and sending it at him, before moving in superspeed. I landed a blow at him, sending him through the air. I was about to pounce on him once more when his telekinetic abilities sent me crashing against the earth, and he was on top of me, knocking me senseless.

Because brimstones can never be corrupted. His telesthesia was weakening, the arduous hours spent honing it also meant using it. Telesthesia was telekinetic ability without the dichotomy of science. It was an art form, entwining the sender's thoughts to that of reciever's. And if the receptive brain wasn't strong enough, the brain might confuse these thoughts to be it's own. With or without words, the receiver's senses-of touch, of smell, of hearing, of taste became his. So when he encompassed the reciever's reality, it was an experience fuller than reality itself. A walking dream, a touch and go of deja vu followed by blast of stolen memories to prove the dre