The Power Man Novels & Stories

finally bubbling to the surface, my aura darkening the room. I grabbed his jaw, my fingers digging into the bone. "I’m not the boy you broke. He’s buried in a potter's field next to his father. I’m the man who’s going to make you beg for the end. Now. Get. On. Your. Knees." I watched him sink. I watched the great Jaxson Vane, the Devil of the NHL, crumble to the floor because he had no choice. The power shift was absolute. I felt a sick, twisted sense of triumph as I looked down at his bowed head.

“Because once you cross that line, you do not get to pretend things can go back to normal.” Dante sat up too, his bare feet hitting the floor. “Normal was an illusion,” he said. “I just did not know it yet.” He stood and walked to the window, pushing the curtain aside. The city was already awake, cars moving, people rushing into lives that felt simple compared to the mess unraveling inside his chest. “My uncle taught me everything about power,” he continued. “He always said information is currency. Control what people know, and you control what they do.”

She didn’t want her mother to worry until she decided; after all, it was her life. The city’s skyline glimmered ahead. As she rounded the corner onto Lakeland Avenue, her focus wavered. Towering above the intersection stood a new life-size billboard video ad that flashed in shining, glowing lights, "The Power Couple." Dean and Brooklyn Henson appeared side by side, larger than life. Dean truly was a beautiful man, with an easy smile that contrasted with Brooklyn’s poised confidence and prettiness. It was confirmed that the rumors were true. Janiya’s hands clenched on the steering wheel. Nearly running through a red light, she slammed on the brakes. Her heart pounded, headlights illuminating

The last lock. And then I screamed. It wasn’t pain. It was release. Power tore through me in spirals of light—silver and blinding. My hair lifted from my shoulders as wind burst outward from my body, slamming the doors open, blowing tapestries off the walls. My bones snapped—but not from pain. From transformation. My wolf was no longer something I shifted into. It was me I didn’t just fall forward onto four paws. I rose. Tall. Glowing. Limbs stretched in human shape, but laced with the power of something far beyond mortal wolves.

It's the final round of this year's Pack Pup Tournament. I can't take my eyes off my pup, Patrick Grant, as he wins the title. When the host calls Patrick's parents onstage to celebrate, I leap up, thrilled. But then I see Nicholas Grant, my Alpha mate, walk up with his secretary, Natalia Lawson. They stand side by side under the spotlight, kissing Patrick on both cheeks. It's as if Natalia is the mother, as if she's the Luna of our pack, as if they're the perfect family.

It was there. "You have no right," she growled. I stepped forward, slow, deliberate. "Oh! But I have every right." Because power doesn't wait for permission. Power doesn't ask or beg. It takes. It owns. And I'd spent too long letting people like them slip through my fingers. This time, I was going to crush the truth out of the ruins. "Throw it all out," I said, voice like stone. The words didn't just land. They detonated.

"Do you think just because I am being patient, you are clever? Do you think dropping down into the gutter and spreading your legs for a piece of trash gives you power over me?" "Let go of me!" I choked out, grabbing his wrists, trying to loosen his grip off my skin. But he was too strong. "Power is this…" He snarled, shaking me once, so hard my teeth rattled. "Power is taking a whore from the slums, wrapping her in diamonds and making the world believe she is a saint. Power is claiming a bastard child on national television and knowing that not a single person in this city will ever question it!" He shoved me backward. My knees hit the edge of the sofa and I tumbled onto the cushions, gaspin

𝗜𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗮 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗺𝗮𝗻—𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱-𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗰�