The Darkest Minds Power Novels & Stories

I'm right, something went wrong last night. "What happened?" I asked the two of them. "In a few hours the theme of the game will change again--" "Answer me, what happened?" I asked. "Don't you remember Moon?" Shadow asked. "Does she look like she's going to ask if she remembers anything." Dark said to Shadow then looked at me. "What is really your ability?" Dark asked me which startled me. My ability? "Read -" "Except for reading the mind, what else?" He interrupted me. I frowned and looked in the other direction, that's all I could do. To read the mind.

she glared at Gray, “If you’re affected by this then it means you need to train harder.” The boy lowered his head in embarrassment. After making promises to train harder, both of them listened to Sierra’s explanation, “For people who have lower to zero tolerate towards dark energy, they will undoubtedly be pulled into the power. There’re a lot of possibilities, but you the weakest type is to inflict negative emotions; you’d be driven into rage, sadness, or madness.” “What happen then?” Leon raised his hand politely as if he was in a class.

But that was for another time. “How did you know about Bach’s ability?” “I’ve encountered mind readers before and I detest them.” I halted in my tracks, “Wait, they’re real?” “Yes, they all got their powers from dark sources but his is on another level. I don’t even think he fully realizes it yet. Mind readers cannot physically handle using their powers for such a long amount of time and in such a crowded place. Most of the time they turn it off and use it when needed. They could die from doing something as stupid as that. The kid’s on a different level. I may be wrong but he should try telekinesis or at least the variants of it and see if he could acquire such powers.”

It piqued me even more, determined to win the battle. But he was set on his intention and right at that moment, I know he regained back his composure. He was able to get loose from me and swiftly rolled on his back and changed our positions. I was under him. Both breaths heaving. His eyes were even scarier than before. His lips were still red because of the shameful stunt. Yet I am here, underneath, meeting that devilish eyes. Testing this powerful Hades towering over me, with eyes enigmatic and menacing. Both his big firm arms on the side of my head, imprisoning me.

"I want you to help me give it to them." Asher's heart gave an involuntary flip. "Present?" Sarah's red lips lifted into an evil grin. Pulling her clutch from its place on the table beside her she began to rummage through it until she found what she needed. She held a tiny packet filled with white powder out flashing it to a confused looking Asher. "Do you know what this is Asher?" She asked now. Asher slowly shook his head feigning ignorance. He had a vague idea, but he didn't want to say as he tried to give Sarah the benefit of the doubt. After all this was real life not some ridiculous TV drama. People didn't actually plot to drug people to get their way, right?

A dark light surrounds us, a man whom I don’t know is pulling me away from Harold’s body. “You cannot do that guardian!” he is shouting at me; I wave my hand and gave him a blinding light, he was gone. Is he a Redeemer too? How come I don’t know who he is?

“The Dark Mage? Why?” I looked him in the eyes. “I want her to mentally probe Auren. There’s a spell I read about: dream magic. It allows the caster to enter the mind of a person while they sleep. Not only that, but it can awaken things, it can awaken hidden powers, locked memories. I want to see if the boy’s abilities can be unlocked prematurely.” Callen stared at me for a moment, unsure if he heard me right. “You want to force his powers to awaken?” he asked slowly.

Let teeth fall out, and hair turn white, Let fever burn them every night. Their minds shall fade, their eyes grow blind, No peace, no joy, no rest to find. Their cries will echo in the dark, As shadows leave a lasting mark. They'll beg for help, they'll scream in vain, But nothing stops the rising pain. This curse I send, it shall not miss, My blood, my voice, I seal with this." As he finished the chant, Bruce threw a pinch of dark powder into the flame of the nearest candle. The flame turned black for a moment, and a low hiss echoed through the attic.

They matched the size of the unknown. Godric held his chest. He had the feeling that the darkness would overwhelm him. He couldn't explain how this darkness could be so powerful that it touched even a ghost. The aura of the unknown was so powerful and haunting that Godric took a step back and dropped to his knees. The darkness seemed to weigh on his shoulders, trying to crush him. It wasn't just the young priest who felt like this, the other monks also seemed to have succumbed to this powerful aura. Amon held onto his staff and tried to defy the force, even if it was almost hopeless. "Don't let up!" He kept shouting encouragingly.

I said as I grip on his wrist. "Of course, you'll go with me..." Well, that's a relief. Or he's just sca-- "it's so dark there. I forgot to turn on the lights..." that's it, he's just scared. This kid is really scared of the dark. I'm glad I'm the one who's blind and not him. He would probably lose his sanity if he woke up seeing nothing but darkness.