The Powers Novels & Stories

he said. “This means that there are different types of powers.” Mahi spoke. “But, we don’t know what they are yet, since we don’t truly understand yet the nature of our powers.” he said. “After all, these powers weren’t created by our ancestors, but by the witch.” He told them.

Dad said. “What – what powers?” Dylan asked anxiously. “Some powers which are unknown… Nobody knows that. She doesn’t even know them unless she is in love with someone” Dad said. “What? L – Love?” I asked in confusion. “Yes… To bring out those powers, she must have some bodily changes in her, like high levels of hormones oxytocin and dopamine released which will trigger those powers inside of her” Dad said. “But why is that?” Dylan asked anxiously.

she says. I pull her into a tight hug, “She said should – she never said you will lose your powers?” I ask her. She pulls back from me, “The Moon Goddess definitely said should, but what else would she mean but to take my powers away? It was wrong of me, as a healer, to take a life Adam,” she says trying to make me understand.

The young man walked in doubt. The King of the Hereafter explained one by one the power that would be given to the young man. The power of natural elements, such as Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind. The four basic powers will become the controller in the young man's body. Not only that, the King of the Hereafter gives a bonus gift, namely the power of the four seasons. Such as spring, winter, summer, and autumn. Each season has a special power.

"We need her powers, and that is why Saleen had to strike her first, forgetting that we could get the powers and meet up with the demands of ending her once and for all." He took out some books from the table, bringing it forward to me. It appeared he'd been studying them before I came. "Look, this is what it takes to knock down such powers of hers." He positioned the book properly, now my eyes scanned through it. "Saleen operates in four major powers and just one minor power." He continued, pointing at the points where the lights crossed in the picture of Saleen he was showing me.

Theodore invited me to meet him at a restaurant at seven on Saturday night. That was enough to shock the entire family, then they became worried. Theodore held enormous influence and power in Harbor City, and his temper was even harder to predict. Someone had once said the wrong thing in front of him and Theodore had bankrupted him for it. As for me, I was so oblivious that even if someone held a knife to my throat, I would still grin and say, "That knife looks so real!"

I cross to the door, pausing in the doorway to look back at him—sprawled across the bed, king of this crumbling kingdom, certain he’s the one who set the rules. He thinks he’s untouchable, safe behind his walls, his “no-strings” speech a shield.

“I don’t even understand half the things that I can I do, or how I do them. Not to mention how I have to figure it out in secret so that my power hungry uncle doesn’t learn who I am exactly and try to use me for his own devices.” There was a long silent pause between us before she responded, ‘This King has grown blood thirsty in his quest for unrivaled power and control, and his own wolf spirit is a dark and twisted unhinged beast. You’d do well to keep yourself out of his clutches.” She looked up at me, “How is it that you do not know the scope of your own powers?”

It asked me and I clenched my fists. “If you can assure me that you’ll be using the powers for good, why shouldn’t I give them up? From what I’ve seen, it’s obvious you won’t, so, tell me why I should.” I said as I kept trying to get off hanging in the air by an unforeseen force. “You’ve seen what I can do and the powers I possess. Combined with yours, I can rule the world and do as I please, so why should I give it up?” He asked me as he clicked his teeth.

he returns to the topic at hand, “tell me what these powers are again…” Bash and I explain his powers in colorful and sometimes overly theatrical ways as Bash acts out some of his greatest hits. I have to get him to pause right before he discusses what he did to Ash. "We don't need to tell him about every single time, Bash," I try to cover for him, but I can tell by Slate's expression that I'll need to explain more when we have a chance to be alone. Before exiting the car, Slate turns to the two of us, his hands extended. “Is this all of it,” he asks, carefully. “Bash has the power to read minds, sense danger, and occasionally knock someone out cold if he focuses his powers.”