The Power Man Novels & Stories

“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.”

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.

Students stood in a wide circle. At the center—A man. He was long enough to touch the ceiling. “Welcome,” his voice rang out, deep and controlled. The room fell completely silent. I felt it again. That pressure, like something was pressing against her skin. “This is your first Power Class,” the man continued. “Here, we do not pretend. We do not hide. We show what we are.”A pause. His gaze swept across the room. Then stopped, when he saw me. “Like, do they want to crucify me again…” I controlled my facial expression.my stomach tightened.

Power was a language I had spoken since birth. Not the kind that came with titles or certificates or the hollow applause of men in suits. Real power. The kind that lived in a look across a room. The kind that made grown men forget how to breathe. The kind that my grandfather had built with his bare hands in the streets of Palermo before he ever set foot on American soil. I had inherited every inch of it.

New York City in October always wears an air of haughtiness, with cold winds whistling through the gaps between skyscrapers like the shrieks of lost souls. On the 88th floor—the highest level of the Power Group Tower—the lights from massive tempered glass panels cast a cold, blue glow, reflecting the face of the man who stood at the helm of one of the most powerful financial empires: Aiden Power.

Just as he sat down, a muscular man in black strode in. The man was over two meters in height and packed with muscles. Even the black suit he were couldn't conceal his ripped physique. Just from the looks of it, he possessed an explosive amount of strength. The guy had a distinct jawline and sharp eyes, but there was a small skin burn in the left of his face. This man was Wendell Hunt's most powerful fighter, Flame.

he said. I knew it was going to be difficult to talk to Manu directly so I had to look for a way. Since I had my powers back, I bit my thumb as I whispered everything I wanted to tell him and then sent my shining star to him. "Artie dear, use your powers and tell us where did Mani go to."mother asked. "My powers aren't active yet."I lied. "But I saw you making the bed using your powers."Anu pointed. "Me? I guess you're mistaken. My powers aren't working."I insisted.

She wanted them to shiver at the mere sight of a supernatural, to run into holes and hide when they hear of a supernatural. To do this she had to get real power first, then use the power to her advantage and Jason was going to give her that power since he had made it clear that she wasn't going to get any love from him, so she was fine with getting power from him, whether he was ready to give it or not. "Wow Lady! You have one dirty mouth there, mind putting it to work here," the unkempt man said, pointing towards his groin, as he grinned, revealing brown teeth with black stains in between some crowns and about two missing upper incisors.