The Book Power Novels & Stories

Because I finally understood… Power isn’t inherited. It’s unleashed. And I was just getting started.

Because power feels incredible— until it reminds you of what you’re still running from.

"I would love for you all to read this book— the forty-eight laws of powers by Robert Greene. Just like Mr. Dominic says, understanding your client is one thing, and yes, communicating with your client like Mr. Rudiyah says it is what leads you to understand your client. But after that, what next? Is there anyone that has read the book? Can you enlighten us on what to expect?" As usual, no one raised their hand except Sage. "Anyone apart from Mr. Dominic?" I asked again, but they all remained quiet. "So, does this mean you're all going to do a five page essay summarizing the entire book? You leave my class forever if you use artificial intelligence to do this work. That, or you have to say s

For the first time since she’d met him, he looked… tired. “That man,” Lucian said quietly, “Elias—he and I didn’t just work together. We trusted each other. Built things that still exist, even now.” “And something went wrong,” Sienna said. “Yes.” His voice hardened. “He believes power should be taken without restraint. I believe it should be controlled.” She let out a bitter laugh. “You say that like control is gentle.” Lucian didn’t flinch. “It isn’t. But it’s deliberate.” The words settled between them.

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But the single thought of finding another mate so soon sent shivers down my spine. Up until he appeared, my wolf barely had a reason to be excited. A tall, commanding figure that stepped out of nowhere like a force of nature. His presence hit me before I even saw his face clearly. Power. Raw, controlled power that made the air itself feel heavier. My wolf, Naryvex, stirred weakly inside me, her voice barely above a whisper when she spoke. Who exactly is that? I blinked slowly, fighting against myself to keep my eyes upon despite the weakness in me.

He looked majestic, untouchable, like a god surveying his creation. “Do you know what power really is, Riah?” he asked, still looking at the horizon. “Most think it is money, armies, titles. They are wrong. Those are just tools. Power is knowing exactly who you are, exactly what you want, and having the absolute will to take it, keep it, defend it—no matter the cost.” He turned to face me then, his expression severe, eyes glowing in the dim light.

Fucking idiot. I was sitting outside, perched on the stone bench beneath the ivy-covered archway, reading The 48 Laws of Power—my favorite book and the only thing I managed to bring with me from home. Honestly, it's the only reason I haven't lost my mind yet. That book isn't jusr philosophy; it's basically the blueprint for survival in a place like this. And it's been working. Slowly. Strategically.

Interesting. The door shut behind him quietly. I sat alone again while rain continued sliding down the windows behind me. The study smelled faintly like coffee, paper, and old wood carrying moisture from the storm outside. Seven years building this operation had taught me something most people misunderstood about power. Power didn't come from intelligence. It came from predictability. The second you understood how someone behaved under pressure, you owned them. Victor tightened control when cornered. Board members protected money. Politicians protected perception.

“Here you will learn how to be exceptional as a Luna and the powers and privileges it comes with.” I took up the book, eager to see what was written inside. He stopped me with words. “Wait, before you read, remember one thing. Power changes people, but if you can remember where you came from, then you will preserve your sanity. Now you can open it.” I opened the book slowly. What did he mean by power changing people? Was that his way of warning or advising me in parables because I wasn’t getting it. The first few pages were names of Luna with dates and years they served all recorded in faded ink.