The Power Of A Book Novels & Stories

I even found the karma sutra amongst what I can only classify as the ‘self help’ section, opening it and then quickly closing it in case Enzo or his mother entered the room. A large book at the end of the shelf entitled “The Power and Responsibility of Men” caught my eye. It seemed to be more weathered than the rest of the books, but I didn't get why. “Who would be drawn to a book like that?” I asked myself, pulling it from the shelf.

"My father didn't die of depression of losing his mate. Well, that prompted his actions. He discovered the Book of Souls which provides you with power untold. Even the fates are scared to tap from that power. There are only rumors that my father was in possession of it but there was no proof." Everyone was shocked except Alan because we both witnessed our father's demise because of his addiction to that power. "You sure know how to keep a good secret, Alpha." Kale was being sarcastic. "Where is the book now? Can't it be destroyed?" Lilian asked. "Somewhere safe. No, it can not be destroyed. The power can only be contained." Alan stood up. "We might all die if the power falls into the wrong

"Don't be nervous, everything will be alright. I served long enough as the guardian of this mountain. It's about time for me to retire and pursue other things." "OK. I understand," Clarice responded, teary-eyed. "The magical book in my room. You can read it to gain more understanding of your powers. There are so many things you can do to improve your powers. So many things to explore on every page of that book. You will be amazed at how powerful you are. I only limit myself to powers that I think would benefit me greatly, as for the rest, I think they are no longer important, and I consider them as excessive. So it's up to you if you apply them all or not. Feel free to explore the book. That

It didn't feel like I knew what I was doing. We went down for lunch later in silence, disappointed that we didn't find what we were looking for. “What do we do now? Is there anything we can do without the book?” She sighed. “Yes, there is but in order to fully understand your powers, you must have the book. It's handed down from every girl by her mother and it's supposed to help her and guide her on how she can get the best of her powers. Without it, it's just like we don't know who you are. I don't know if you understand. We have to find it.”

"Tell me…what do you think power is?" Elena considered. "Strength? The ability to enforce your will?" "Common misconception." Morgan handed her a cup. "Power is the ability to shape reality. Physical strength is just one tool. True power comes from understanding forces beyond the physical." "Like?" "Economics. Information. Perception. Fear. Love." Morgan's smile was sharp. "A goddess-born who masters only physical strength wastes their potential. We're meant to influence the world on every level." "Is that why you built this place? Not just sanctuary but a power base?"

He spent thirty years engineering the conditions to do it. He failed. Not because he miscalculated the power. Because he never understood what power is for. It is not for war. It is not for control. It is not for the long, patient accumulation of leverage over other people's lives. It is for this. For the meadow and the frog and the stone in a small boy's pocket. For the particular laugh of the man beside you and the particular stubbornness of the girl at the far end of the field. For the small, persistent miracle of being alive and present and in love with the world as it actually is.

I winced moving away as she walked close, her eyes glowing faintly. “I was expecting you to fight back, this is disappointing.” “I almost died for this book you're not getting it this easily” I yelled the pain in my arm healing completely. I forced my free hand that wasn't holding the book but I didn't attack. She knew how to use her powers maybe better than I ever did. If I acted careless she would win this. “You don’t get to walk around with that power,” she said, like she had a long time vendetta against me. “That book belongs to my people, give it to me.’

One no child should ever have to carry alone. Power wasn't a bad thing. I had learned that long ago. Power simply existed. People decided how to use it. But... When power robbed someone of their childhood... That was different. I watched Althea yawn before carefully placing another book back on the shelf herself. She looked so tiny. So determined. Too determined. "No." The word escaped before I realized I had spoken. Althea looked toward me. I smiled softly. Then opened my arms. "Come here."

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.

Power? A very underrated, yet overrated shit at the same time. After more than twenty-eight years of her life, Lyra is yet to decipher the force behind this single word. In this world- or at least the Part pf the world she knew- he who has power possesses a very great thing. He with the most power has the highest standing authority. But Layla had also learnt that asides this great wealth, fear and authority that comes from it, power also comes with a load of danger.