The All-powerful: He Who Rules It All Novels & Stories

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.

she replied. "He can be really sweet and down to earth, but he has strong detest for violations, people often say it's better to jump off a high cliff than breaking any of his rules." "Who is he? What does he look like?" Kim asked impatiently feeling cold shiver wash over her body. "His name is London Malik, the finest man on earth, you'll see him at the orientation," she replied. Kim suddenly went mute, staring into space. From what she just heard, it will be a death sentence breaking any of the rules, but with the complications of her situation, she knew she'd be breaking one in no time.

I did not even intensify it. "Dummy, you now have the power of the Alpha King. It's no ordinary power. Don't misuse it." Ryder said in my head and I nodded affirmatively. "Salute!" I said again. But this time it even intensified more. "Welcome, our strong and beloved Alpha Of Alphas, the one that the moon goddess has ordained to rule of her creatures, the one who no one dares go against, The Alpha King." They yelled in unison and I squared my shoulders.

"Other than the magical nuclear bomb that Heppni told you about." Saint's mouth snapped closed on an almost soundless snarl. "According to Heppni, Event power is the power that created the Primes. Gods and goddesses created the universes. Primes gave the inhabitants magic. It will kill someone within a month if they absorb the power," Atlas answered.

He drummed with his fingers, then all of a sudden he banged the table, “It is power!, This is exactly what power looks like” “Absolute power…”, Cedric smirked. “I like the sound of that”, Aileen said with a perky smile plastered on her face. *** Javaid was king of all of Salvador and other conquered kingdoms stretching far through out the lands. He was a tyrannical king, the last of the extinct blood race alive. He wielded mystical powers and was undeniable the mot strongest man to walk the earth or so he thought. He ruled Salvador with an iron fist bending everyone and anyone to his will either with coercion or magic, however he deemed fit.

Said the PRD-class. He got inspirated with latest Cornelio’s conversation with Samuel. “This path could be appeared again with different ability depend on the eaten Fluxter. But I hope it never happened again.” Said Cornelio. “Yeah, me too.” Said the PRD-class. Remembering the ability and combat power of this path is unpredictable, it was the biggest enemy for Herrscher and Sovereignty. “Thanks for the food, and good night!” said Cornelio. “Yeah, good night.” Said the PRD-class.

Is this how your parents taught you? Each word from Alexander indicated his dissatisfaction with me. However, I couldn't help but focus on his initial sentence, "Whoever is the strongest has the right of speech." It flashed back and forth in my mind so much that I couldn't help but ask again, "Father, are you implying that whoever is the most powerful in this family is the one who calls the shots?" Alexander and Oliver exchanged a smile upon hearing my query. "Of course. The family motto of the Kingsleys is to subdue others with force! Men are the symbol of strength!"

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."

I pushed, trying to get him to show whatever power he thinks he has that gave him the audacity to say he’s immune to my power. There was only one person in this world immune to my power and that person isn’t even my son; it’s Octavia Adler. Any other person that isn’t her bow to my power regardless of how fucking strong they think they are, they would never be a match for me. “Why? Does my power frighten you now?” I questioned, knowing fully well that his tongue was too twisted for him to make out any words. His pupils rolled so far back that they disappeared into his head, his frail old body shook, convulsing violently as he forced his hand to his neck as if trying to get a hold of the forc

"Today is your lucky day because I won't kill, that's why I turn your babies to statues, and do you know the worst thing? They can feel and hear everything going on around them including hearing this conversation, but you can't feed statues and they will die, slowly. Go and tell the person that sent you this; just because he thinks my father and I aren't in good terms does not mean I will stand still and watch harm befall him or his wife or my step-brother. I don't normally do this but tell your sender that I am giving him a second chance and if he dares to repeat this mistake again, he won't live to see who sits on his throne, do I make myself clear?" "Yes Ruthless." "Ah that reminds me, I