The Voltage Effect Novels & Stories

My powers doesn't just throw him but everyone in the environment is puts in danger because the voltage is so much that if not that Elena and the girl were behind me, they would have been affected. I see Dane and the rest of the people being caught in the voltage. I cannot believe it. I have hurt the people that I'm trying to protect. I think to myself as I look around, wondering what I will do about it. The voltage isn't stopping even when I dropped my hands in the air. And Elena screams at me wondering what I'm doing and why I'm affecting I didn't know what to say in this segment. It is not like this is what I wanted to happen

I am still laughing, knowing everyone in that group is going to be pissed at us when they get back. “Did you see the timing of that? It was incredible! We have never been able to get rid of the ripple effect before!” Elyse is basically squealing. “And the voltage caused them to jump, now we need to test what will stun, but I will give people the option to be test dummies.” She giggles again.

She jammed it hard against my side and pressed. Agony exploded through me. High-voltage electricity surged… thousands of volts engineered to overload my nervous system, and leave me unconscious for hours. My body arched, muscles seizing, vision whiting out in a blaze of pain. Every nerve screamed. But the serum fought back meeting the shock head-on, absorbing, redistributing, converting raw electricity into fuel. The pain was excruciating, teeth grinding, but I didn’t fall. My grip on her throat didn’t loosen. Instead, strength flooded back in a burning wave, amplified by the current itself.

There is something about them I do not like. “The problems are occurring all around the neighborhood. Maybe you have not noticed it but voltage fluctuations can be dangerous for your electronic devices. It will only take us a few minutes to assess the situation with our voltmeter,” the taller and thinner man says. I look at them up and down. I know they are here to do their jobs but, for some reason I can not understand, I am reluctant to let them in the house. I feel like they are lying, although I have no proof and I am aware I am probably being ridiculous.

“Verrotte in der Hölle, du italienischer Dämon!” (Rot in hell, you Italian demon.) I should have known that starting small won't get me anywhere, however, I decided to try it out on him. The moment it touched his body, he sucked in air, trying to hold the pain and not give me the satisfaction of seeing him cry out. But by the time I increased the voltage, I heard those pleasant noises. His scream filled the whole place, giving me the feedback that I wanted. The light flickering on and off as his tempo increased gave a more dramatic effect.

There was a low deadly chuckle in my tone. A slow, deliberate clicking sound followed. Boots. Measured steps. Dr. Voss didn’t need to announce herself. “Monitor her vitals,” she said calmly. “Increase voltage by twelve percent.” “No...” I gasped. "Please don't..." The current surged. White exploded behind my eyes. I felt it rip through my nerves, yank at my spine, dig into my skull like claws scraping bone. My vision fractured... Memories bleeding in where reality should have been.

The temperature on the balcony plummeted to freezing as all the thermal energy in the area was violently consumed by the growing charge. I stepped behind my daughter and placed my hands on her small shoulders. The moment I made contact, the current hit me. It felt like swallowing a star. The sheer amperage of a thousand resonant beings tore through my vascular system. The silver veins in my arms ignited, burning so brightly I could see the bones beneath my flesh. I gritted my teeth, locking my knees to keep from collapsing as I acted as the biological anchor, stabilizing the massive voltage so it wouldn't tear Maya apart.

His eyes were wide, bloodshot, and burning with an intense, frantic energy. ​"But a voltage trigger is just an on-off switch," he whispered, a reckless edge to his tone. "And an on-off switch is all a mechanical typewriter needs to speak to a printer. If we loop your key-strikes into this terminal block, the physical impact of the type-bars will interrupt the voltage line in a perfect binary code. Every time you strike a letter down here, a matching sequence will bleed into the automated label printers at the water treatment facilities across three sectors."

A few more moans escape my lips and I feel my body relax more, even though my muscles are tense, but the pleasure spreads again. Nick starts scratching the sides of my body and I shudder more, at that exact moment I feel a shock on my left nipple and I throw my head back, letting out a little cry. It's not a strong shock, but enough to catch me off guard. It's a very different sensation from what I've had so far. The intensity is a little stronger than a shock of static electricity. "The ones we're using now have a small voltage," Will explained. "We have others with higher voltages, but for today, we'll just stick with these."

Our fingers tangled… I licked the rim slowly, holding his stare. "Thanks, Prof. For... tutoring." We settled at his kitchen island, laptops open to equations. "Faraday's law," he started, leaning close, breathing hot on my neck. Our arms kept brushing, sending sparks through my body. I fumbled the formula on purpose. "Like this?" My foot grazed his calf under the table. He stiffened, thigh muscle flexing against my ankle. "No. Watch." His hand covered mine on the mouse, guiding it. My pussy clenched, wetness trickling down my thigh.