The Power Of The Other Novels & Stories

The scene drew stares from passersby, some slowing their pace to watch the drama unfold. I stood at the center of the storm, my face pale to the point of being translucent, but I did not waver. Santino looked at my hands, which were trembling with pain but still resolutely pushing his children away. He was suddenly hit by a realization as forceful as a sledgehammer—he had completely, irrevocably screwed up. He thought bringing the children, his leverage, would force her to return. But he had forgotten she was a person, not a possession.

It slams into the door just above their heads before Gregory vaults over them, a shield of the same crackling energy covering us as we begin to move through the doorway. Gregory’s ability to mimic Morgana’s powers surprises her, giving Jamal the time to step into the room after his mate. His power fills the space, nullifying all the goddess gifts of those within a 100-foot radius (we checked). That includes all the witches’ powers. The only ones that won’t be affected by Jamal’s power are Arya and me. Our gifts aren’t Goddess-given but Goddess-like. He can’t take away what is part of the Goddess.

“You have the power to make it so. You must harness it. Be the storm or allow it to consume you. Bend it to your will or be destroyed by it.” “D-do you know the future?” I stammer. “Is the future ever really certain?” She seems to consider the thought for some time before she continues on. “The future is not absolute. Power will either be wielded by the strong or consume the weak. What I have seen from the other side of the veil may not come to pass here. It is for you to decide how you will deal with the power that pulses through your veins.” “How does one go there?” I ask, fearfully. “To, the other world?”

They would see what happens when you underestimate the woman you thought was broken. I gritted my teeth, the sensation of power overwhelming me as I rose from the hospital bed. I could feel it, coursing through my every movement, every breath. I could feel the pack—their energy, their collective ignorance—radiating around me. They thought they could ignore me, belittle me, and now, they would pay. Xander had given me the power to destroy, to remake the world around me. And I wasn’t going to waste it. ---

He leaned against the table, arms folded, gaze never leaving my face. “You need to understand something, Ella,” he said. “My father sees potential. I see reality. And the reality is, nothing in this house survives without aligning with power.” I nodded. Listened. Let him talk. Because talking meant time. “And power,” he continued, “is quieter than people think. It doesn’t shout. It doesn’t force.” His eyes drifted, briefly, to my lips. “It persuades.” My fingers curled into my palm. “I hear you,” I said softly.

There was a pause as their confidence cracked slightly. “This situation,” he said carefully. I leaned back in my chair. “There is no situation,” I replied. Another man leaned forward slightly. He was older with sharp eyes. “We know it’s you.” I rested my arms lightly on the table. “Then prove it.” But there was silence because they couldn’t. And that? That was the power. Power is not just money, it not just influence but control. The ability to act without leaving a trace. The ability to move pieces on the board while everyone else struggled to understand the game.

Without exception. I discovered in myself the power of hatred and love, the intoxicating power of darkness that erases all boundaries, and now I think that I also understood what absolute power consisted of: it was in fear. But not your own. If you knew the fears of other people or wolves or half-breeds, you had power over them.

His long-awaited companion and lover who he waited for 500 years. "Let's get started then! But this time, you have to find what's your special gift." Gregory told me that brought me back from my thoughts. "What do you mean special gift?" I curiously asked. "Well, as an example, my special gift is to be the leader of our clan. I can also turn invisible so others won't see me." Gregory explained. "You mean, we have superpowers?" I excitedly asked. Gregory laughed out loud, "Yeah, something like that." He agreed.

MEANWHILE LAWRENCE'S HOSPITAL His dark pair of cold eyes were wet and red as his both hands were holding the wrinkled hand of his half dead birth giver tightly, expecting her to open her beautiful pearly eyes and look at him again. But there she was lying half dead... unconsciously. Jordan Lawrence was the man of strict and powerful rule, he was known to achieve anything he chooses to achieve with his power. But right here he was helpless. He was freaking helpless for only one thing, he cannot help his mother but to watch her lying on the bed with the support of all those machines attached to her body...

"You make a deal with me." "What kind of deal?" "The kind that keeps you and your family alive. The kind that gives me the voting rights I need to stop David's takeover. The kind that's mutually beneficial." He pulled a thick folder from his jacket. "A contract marriage." Nina laughed. Actually laughed. "You're insane."