The Book Power Novels & Stories

About honour. But they were fools to think that way. Thinking like that would only tie one back. Power was all about leverage. It was about creating fear in the heart of the weak. It was about uncovering the secrets of the mighty and using it to your own advantage. That is what power has always been. That was what power was about. Not what people made it to be.

“But this is not about comfort. This is about control.” I leaned back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. “All my life,” I said slowly, “I thought being powerless meant being safe. Turns out being powerful is just as terrifying.” River let out a small laugh. “Welcome to the club.” I exhaled. “Fine,” I said finally. “I will read the book. Again. Properly.” Jane raised a brow. “Without skimming.” “Yes,” I groaned. “Without skimming.” “And no portals,” River added.

"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.

That was enough. The numbers spread across the screen, and the room shifted. Subtle. But undeniable. The pattern revealed itself once you knew where to look: small adjustments repeated across divisions, careful enough to pass but not careful enough to disappear. Nina leaned back again, calm. Like she hadn’t just pulled the thread loose. The VP cleared his throat. “This can be explained.” “I’m sure it can,” Victor said. “After the meeting.” That ended it. The presentation continued, but the room had changed.

He had taken an urgent team-building order from a large company that afternoon, earning over 100 dollars just from the delivery fees and tips. Watching him drive away on his motorcycle, I smiled involuntarily. My "powerful words" used to be a knife hanging over others' heads, a jinx that only brought disaster, but after leaving that dark place full of suspicion and malice, the power had transformed into a blessing that could bring good fortune. The wind chimes jingled, and a beautiful woman in plain clothes walked in. She was the young police officer who, despite the Shaw family's pressure, had insisted on collecting evidence to uncover the truth in the emergency room corridor.

“That’s common. Weak men hide behind force.” My chest tightened, but I didn’t interrupt. “Real power,” he went on, turning back to me, “is invisible until it’s too late to fight it.” He tapped one screen, isolating a network diagram that branched like veins. “This,” he said, “is influence. Companies, governments, banks. They don’t move independently. They respond to pressure.” He looked at me then, truly looked. “And so do people.” I shifted in the chair, my fingers curling against the armrest. “So how do I do it? How do I find the power?”

Born By Power Born By Power is a fantasy book that is split into four parts. The first being Chaos and Apocalypse The second being The Uprise Of Hell the third being Time is Reborn and the last, Greek wars. Born By Power unfortunately will be brought to an end with this notice due to personal issues. The book containing over 150 chapters is split into four unequal parts as stated above. The first book of Born By Power, Chaos And Apocalypse to be precise was made up of thirty nine chapters.

There is an invisible wall which is acting like a barrier between us and Darius. Power is vibrating around him like the sun emits sun rays. The books are absorbing his power like that is their food. Slowly each book starts to shimmer. Then each one of them starts to glow from inside. Then the weirdest stuff happens. All the books open up and the spells inside them come to life. They move in the air like a wave. One by one the spells start to leave the library and come straight towards us. We duck and they bypass us and move outside the house.

Art finished the opening of the book. “It is like what they said – one hundred year, he slept, have no power to disrupt, and the next, he was awaken, and he had spent the time to revitalize his power and the book forces the audience – us – to believe beyond what’s norm.” She shook her head and pulled a pillow to her stomach as she slid in his pillows, looking contemplative.

I said, searching for the letter and handing it to him. After they read it, they looked at each other confused. "What power? What is the Guardian of Celestia? And the Book of Life?" "I don't know!" I'm sorry. I am as confused as you. "Here! This seems to be the book! But is nothing in there?" I said, holding the book for her to take. She stepped closer and took the book. Her fingers brushed mine, and a purple light enveloped the book covers. And I feel it! I think the power is hidden in her! So deep inside, waiting to be released.