The Power Of One Novels & Stories

Jenna POV Damn that man. He got the last laugh. I needed time. I wasn’t finished healing one of the pups. My powers only lasted so long so I had to sneak in and out of his room during times when nobody was around. He felt me there, and he had started to wake last night. I had one treatment left to clear his body of the mystery illness that had plagued his little body. Nobody knew what the illness was. I had never seen it before, but I had identified a way to clear it from his body.

she asked, her voice trembling. “What?” “I mean, I don’t understand how this happened. Did the Goddess grant us a new chance? Has she ‘fixed’ the problems of my past?” she inquired, searching for answers. “No, I did that,” I told her, focusing intently on her. “How?” “You know I have the power to… take others’ powers, right?” “Yes. You’re a Dark One.” “I am… and I took these.” “These?” “Time-altering powers.” “You absorbed someone?” she asked, her tone accusatory.

I said. “And son?” he asked, using the old word as though it were thin and scarred. “When the mirrors answer and when the hunters return, remember this: power is a shape. It must be held with both hands. If you clutch with only one you will drop it, and everything you saved will fall.” “I will hold it with both hands,” I promised.

He put the cakes onto the counter, flicked on the lights, and started tearing through each room, shouting, "My Luna, where are you? Don't play games with me, sorry about today, alright?" He kept calling out, voice bouncing off the walls: "My Luna, there was real something urgent today, I swear. Coming out so I can explain." He couldn't mindlink me, so he yanked his phone out of his pocket, dialing my number. "Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off. Please try again later." He called many times, the same damn voice. Back in the living room, he spotted the papers on the table. He raced over and checked it: a goddamn severance decree.

Eva could feel the heat rising beneath her skin, the energy of her power screaming for release, demanding recognition. Suddenly, a flash of movement caught her eye from behind. Another shadow emerged, smaller, agile, circling her, testing her reactions, gauging her strength. Her glow flared automatically, light expanding outward in a protective wave, forcing it back, but more seemed to materialize, unseen until they were upon her.

I pushed, trying to get him to show whatever power he thinks he has that gave him the audacity to say he’s immune to my power. There was only one person in this world immune to my power and that person isn’t even my son; it’s Octavia Adler. Any other person that isn’t her bow to my power regardless of how fucking strong they think they are, they would never be a match for me. “Why? Does my power frighten you now?” I questioned, knowing fully well that his tongue was too twisted for him to make out any words. His pupils rolled so far back that they disappeared into his head, his frail old body shook, convulsing violently as he forced his hand to his neck as if trying to get a hold of the forc

And he was right, if he'd wanted her dead, breaking into a wrecked apartment wouldn't be complicated. She opened the door. The man standing in her hallway looked like he'd stepped out of a corporate warfare documentary. Tall, with dark hair silvered at the temples. His suit probably cost more than her entire wardrobe. Everything about him screamed power, control, and absolutely zero tolerance for weakness. He looked at her destroyed apartment without an ounce of surprise, then those eyes settled on her. "Victor Hale." He didn't offer his hand. "We need to talk." "About what? How you know where I live? How you know about the files?" Nina kept the table leg raised between them.

Power, she realized, wasn’t something other people handed you. It wasn’t in a man’s last name, or his blessing, or his body. It wasn’t in the empire built by men like her father and Mazzo. Power lived inside the smallest, most private space of all—the space between heartbeat and decision. That moment right before she fired—that was where it lived. She rolled onto her back and let the truth settle in like a second skin. Power didn’t scream. It didn’t posture. It was quiet. Certain. Absolute. And it would never leave her again.

Proud? Of me? Heat pricked behind my eyes, but I forced it back. This wasn’t the time to cry. This wasn’t the time for emotions at all. “I’m no one,” I whispered. “I can’t fight like he can. I can’t shift. I can’t protect anyone—” “You’re the only one he listens to,” she replied simply. “That alone is power.” I opened my mouth to answer— But the world outside the room erupted again. Something slammed into a wall.

Cold sweat beaded and soaked his temples as Conal stammered, his tone shifting instantly from a growl to a whimper: "Is it... is it Mr. Power? CEO Aiden Power?" The mention of that name caused the surrounding air to turn frigid. Conal began to tremble violently; he knew all too well that the Power Group was a titan—a "monster" capable of crushing the small company he had stolen from Alma’s family years ago with a mere flick of a finger. Standing before Aiden, Conal realized he was nothing more than a grain of sand before a massive storm, and insulting the woman in Aiden’s arms was an act of digging his own grave.