Threads Of Power Novels & Stories

If Quentin was fast enough, there would be nothing Kayson could do, even if he had the Titanium Technique. “I didn’t have the time to train, so I guess I should use the medicine bath instead. It’s just the medicine to upgrade the Titanium Technique… “I wonder if they have any in Omnicare Drugstore…” Kayson took out the energy-training manual he got from the Osborns. It was a manual for a skill that was called the “Thousand Threads.” It could form the water in the atmosphere into threads, and the user could manipulate those threads at will. Its cutting power was no inferior to the sword energy of a grandmaster-level swordsman. If he used it together with his water energy, its power would be f

Troy corrects calmly. Traitor. Simone grins wickedly from where she’s cross-legged against the pillows. “You’re twitchy.” “I’m not twitchy.” “You absolutely are.” “He’s not twitchy,” Troy says without looking up. “He’s spiraling.” “Thank you,” I mutter. “Really appreciate the support system in this apartment.” Simone points at me dramatically. “You’ve got hockey player fever. It’s terminal.” I open my mouth to defend myself when my phone buzzes twice against the desk.

A mother's love is the strongest thing, but not to Tracy Woods. I turn and head back to the main living room of the packhouse before my face betrays the emotions I can't keep hidden. Like my power is aware, the air around me constantly shifts from my natural sight to that place where everything is made of threads, and each one looks beautiful and marvelous. When I find a seat in the living room, I let them distract me for a while. I stare at these threads of power and try to find peace from the beauty of this new world that has been exposed to me.

I lifted my hand again. “If they move like machines” I focused my power. Silver threads emerged from my fingertips and shot upward into the sky. The threads expanded midair and split into dozens then hundreds. They locked onto the descending drones. When the drones entered range The threads wrapped around them instantly. I clenched my fist. The threads tightened. And detonated multiple drones simultaneously before they could reach the ground. Explosions lit up the sky. Fragments of mechanical debris rained down like burning rain. The battlefield below cheered briefly at the destruction.

And survival was a language we had always understood. “The thread,” I said, my voice cutting through the hum. “We cannot just ignore it.” Kairi didn’t turn, but his shoulders tightened slightly. “It’s a distraction we can’t afford. Our priority is identifying the threat against you.” “And sitting here, we are targets,” I countered, my tone even. “The thread is potential. Power. It could be the key to uncovering who sent that assassin, or to building a defense they cannot penetrate. Letting it lie unused is a greater risk.”

They had that look of birds flying on sunlit days, the shine and quick movement, yet relaxed, purposeful, and at ease. Every morning, he anchors the morning television show "The Act of Justice", where he talks about low-class people, how they have been cheated most of the time, and the need for the government to come to their rescue. He talks about how young girls are raped and murdered if they try to raise their voices. He recently did his research on a girl who was raped to death by a certain gang which is still unknown to the public, but he didn't say much about it, I guess maybe they are just too powerful for him to conquer, and I bet he wouldn't wanna waste his life now.

She nods weakly, but I can feel the hesitation, the thread tugging, pulling her thoughts back into its grasp. I clench my jaw, heart hammering. It won’t take her from me. Not now. Not ever. I force my claws into the ground, summoning everything I am, every bit of my power, every scrap of alpha dominance and raw will. I push it outward, not in violence toward her—but at the thread itself. Let it feel the force of what binds me to her, what protects her. The bond flares around us. Silver sparks fly, mingling with crimson tendrils. The thread hisses, recoiling, then surging again, trying to entwine itself deeper, to bypass our defenses.

Because of the threads, I have a bit of a reputation at work as a daydreamer. The sleeves of my work top are long which cover my mark. The swirling patterns in my mark are supposed to represent the threads of fate, there are three of them in red, black and white. The mark is actually quite pretty but it is nothing compared to seeing the real threads. Still, at work I keep it covered and as long as people don't look too closely at me, I usually can pass for an ordinary human which makes serving human customers far easier than serving the Magics who tend to be stuck up towards humans.

Her minions stood, watching the exchange and awaiting their turn to speak. I replied her this time “You guys can just get another table. The time you've spent standing here aimlessly could have been utilized to do something meaningful” At this, they all let out their usual fake, high-pitched laughter. “Oh, Lei darling, you should be smart enough to know what we're capable of by now and if I were you, I would get another table ASAP” Monica replied “And, like you said, smartie, the time you guys are spending being stubborn could actually have been utilized to get a new table” Isabella added.

Like I was electrocuted, I pushed him off me and also took a step back. "Erm...erm...," Well f*ck me because I had no idea what to say. My thoughts were all jumbled up and the only thing keeping me sane by the minute was the fact that I was staring straight ahead the cell and not into those confusing orbs. Lest I forget, why were their orbs so haunting? One minute both orbs of the brothers are beautiful, the next minute their scary and then a disaster. What the hell is going on?