Threads Of Power Novels & Stories

He was worried that it would blunt his instincts and reflexes were a battle to happen, since the effects of our powers can last anywhere from several hours to several days after we use them. Meredith comes back and takes a seat beside Hakeem, pulling his head into her lap and stroking his hair. It seems to calm him some, having both of his mates touch him. Meredith whispers something in his ear that seems to help calm him more. His death grip on Gael’s hand relaxes, though he doesn’t completely let go. He opens his eyes and looks into Meredith’s eyes and it’s obvious that they’re having a mindlinked conversation. At least Hakeem is doing better.

“An ancient kind. One that hasn’t been used in generations.” She kneels beside me. “Show me.” I press my palm to the mark and the thread above flickers, and then the loom responds. The threads part like curtains, revealing an underlay of woven text. Not written in ink. Not carved. Stitched. I read aloud slowly. “Three bloodlines. One weave. The choice of power, the choice of control, and the choice of cost.” Signe pales. “Scarlett,” she whispers, “Victoria… and my Erik.”

I didn't know how to react. Zavier quickly stepped forward and held my hand. "Did you hear everything? In that case, we'll drop our act. It's been tough putting on a show for so long. Don't you feel sorry for us, Alex? We feel so sad…" The numbers above their heads decreased steadily. 98%... 96%... 95%... But still, they shouldn't abuse the power bank! After all, overcharging would damage the power bank. As my consciousness gradually waned yet again, I looked at the three 100% battery levels and shed soundless tears in my heart.

Waiting until they began to fall asleep, Jennifer slowly used her bound ears to catch the iron rod, trying to cut the rope. Jennifer tried to use force, her hand rubbing red, but Jennifer still didn't care. Her will to survive was extremely strong. When the last rope showed signs of breaking, Jennifer was relieved. She struggled to get up, not making a sound. Suddenly one of the guards woke up, mumbled something in his mouth, and lay down to sleep again.

The car drove slowly toward the bustling, sinful heart of New Haven. It was an empire that belonged entirely to me. I raised my right hand, wearing the ring of power. Looking at my cold reflection in the window, I curved my lips. A man’s love is worthless. Only absolute power never betrays.

Sariah’s knees nearly buckled when it came into full view. It wasn’t just made of Vein-imbued metal. It was stitched with memory threads. Thousands of them. Each thread sparked with pain, betrayal, and loss. Some hers. Some Thalens. Some Dain’s. And countless more from people they would never meet. Children were taken before they could bond. Elders whose deaths were quietly called “retirements.” Guardians who died believing they had failed. All of it woven into the body of a weapon built by the Council, powered not by magic, but by regret.

“That I must be married for at least three consecutive months to gain any rights to contest the power structure. If not, it all goes to them permanently.” I stared at him. “So… I’m your key to taking back what’s yours.” “Yes.” My mind reeled. “But why me? You could’ve picked anyone. Someone from your world.” His eyes darkened. “The reason I chose you doesn’t concern you.” I froze at his curt response. Threading lightly, I asked, “And what’s your stepmother like?” “She hates weakness. She hates anything she can’t manipulate. And you… well, she obviously has nothing on you.”

Moreover, a hindrances show up making the attempt to conquer the fortune failed. Looking at how the two men bewildered, Cassandra snatched the papers from their hands. She chuckled in a cold way. "Guardian authorization?" The impatient Steve finally lost his reason and grabbed Cassandra's wrist. He squeezed it as strong as he could, showing the mixed of power and brutality thinking Cassandra would succumb in fear. “You must only develop your fist but not your brain.” Her long leg raises, aiming to the sacred place for men. Realizing what Cassandra was thinking, Steve instantly takes both his hand covering the manhood, and Casandra stops her leg just under Steve’s hand.

"David knows you found the evidence. He knows you're a threat. And he will eliminate that threat. It's not personal. It's just business." "Just business," Nina repeated numbly. "Thomas is dead. My apartment is destroyed. Someone's threatening my family. And you're calling it business?" "I'm calling it reality." Victor crossed his arms, somehow making even that gesture look intimidating. "You have three options. One: go to the police with your evidence. They'll open an investigation that takes months while David's people make you disappear. Two: sell your shares to David and run. He'll still probably kill you to tie up loose ends. Three..." He paused, those cold eyes boring into her. "You mak