Toothless Powers Novels & Stories

Thorne's POV The thing about power is this: you can't ever let them see you bleed. That is a lesson I have kept close to my heart since the night I tore my first challenger apart with my bare teeth while my ribs were broken. I never winced. Never flinched despite the pain I felt. Because people spot weakness faster than strength, and they will eat you alive once they smell it. So I never let them smell it. Not my enemies or my pack. Not even my sons.

At the mention of that, I am momentarily reminded of Keirah and the neutrophil biochips. “You can make us do whatever you want us to do anytime, and none of us can go against your wishes. That is the superpower that runs in your blood.” “The neutrophil biochips... Do you know anything about neutrophil biochips?” He nods. “Are the powers you are talking about similar to the neutrophil biochips my uncle wants to make?” Coal smiles as if it is funny. “What your uncle wants is almost primitive, or if we had to put it in quantity, a drop in your power. With your power, you can see what any wolf in this world wants to do.

Cthulhu can only grit his teeth because what Zhu Wushang said is true. His throat was nearly healed, and within a few minutes, he could use it to try out his wild card… the card that he was very reluctant to use as it was a double-edged sword. As time passed, All of his power was nearly depleted and so his throat was completely healed. His barrier vanished into motes of black particles and Zhu Wushang rushed toward him at a speed no one could comprehend.

He had taken an urgent team-building order from a large company that afternoon, earning over 100 dollars just from the delivery fees and tips. Watching him drive away on his motorcycle, I smiled involuntarily. My "powerful words" used to be a knife hanging over others' heads, a jinx that only brought disaster, but after leaving that dark place full of suspicion and malice, the power had transformed into a blessing that could bring good fortune. The wind chimes jingled, and a beautiful woman in plain clothes walked in. She was the young police officer who, despite the Shaw family's pressure, had insisted on collecting evidence to uncover the truth in the emergency room corridor.

The girl, who prided and found pleasure in coning sugar daddies with her late boyfriend. The fifteenth law of power…All great leaders since Moses have known that a feared enemy must be crushed completely, if one amber is left alight, no matter how dimly it smolders a fire will eventually break out. More is lost through stopping halfway than through total annihilation. The enemy will recover and will seek revenge. Crush him, not only in body but in spirit.

CHAPTER 1 Power, it was a term that is rather popular, everyone can relate to the need for power and at the same time everyone wanted it for him or herself, I was no different, and for me power had a means, right from the age of 12. You see I was a scrawny child from a really small town in New Jersey, growing up was especially hard since I had no parents, forgotten in an orphanage, aside that I wasn’t a cute kid that people came and awwned over and then decide they should adopt, I was ugly, there was no other adjective to use, I had a crocked nose, and even my teeth was scattered and it showed whenever I smiled, every time we were to line up for a prospective family, we were asked to smile a

Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly the two heavyweights slowly fell asleep without realizing it. “Boss, I have checked all the goods, very good.” The powerful man standing in the dark quietly smoked a cigarette, each faint ring of smoke made it difficult for others to understand what he was thinking. The old man nodded slightly, threw away the cigarette, and spoke in a low, hoarse voice. The voice was cold as if it had no temperature. "Return."

They were strong, really. The second is Toxic Souls. Toxic Soul Warriors have regular claws and teeth when they shift, but each claw and tooth contain deadly toxins that cause immobility, loss of consciousness and sometimes, even death—depending on the warrior and the opponent. For example, a markless wolf will die from the warrior's toxin, while it will only weaken an alpha, temporarily. But if the warrior is independently stronger, the toxin can paralyse an alpha. Their mark is located under their jaws.

Coming with you?” "Get out of my shop," Noah demanded, his voice trembling despite his best efforts to sound authoritative. He reached blindly along the counter, his fingers wrapping around the cool, heavy iron of a large mortar. He raised it like a club. "I don't care what kind of trick you just pulled with... with that, I want you off my property!"

But the words stuck in my throat. Elder Thorne Ashvale shot to his feet, face thunderous. "Is this some sort of jest? We were promised a display of extraordinary power, and now she cannot produce even the simplest hum?" Frustration boiled up inside me. "I don't understand either," I snapped. "It worked two days ago. All I did was scream. I didn't sing, I didn't hum, I just… screamed. And it happened." Thorne shook his head in disgust. "A waste of our time. We've clearly been deceived."