Unusual Skills Novels & Stories

Even prehistoric humans did better than this, and they didn't have all these advantages. As they moved through the forest, Will kept pondering on why the Goblins hunted this way, he also considered different ways to approach the hunt. He didn't have any previous hunting experience, everything Will knew he had learned from movies or school. The Goblins had obvious advantages that humans didn't have, the first was their size. They could move stealthily through the forest without making a sound, yet these Goblins stomped around not caring about the noise. Despite their size, they were also strong, they could grow bulging muscles. Chief was a good example of this, his muscles were very dispropor

The two of them were a dozen meters apart from each other and were looking at one another coldly. "Your skills sure are surprising," Paige said with a slight smile. Wilbur said calmly, "Your skills are very average." Wilbur did not bother with any humility. Wilbur's Godly Training Form was a divine skill, so there was no need to describe how amazing it was. Even though Paige's skills were average, when coupled with his ability to teleport, ordinary Sanctuary level combatants would not be able to stand up to him at all. That ability was also incredibly useful for assassins.

“Name’s Jax. My Class Ability is ‘Mirage.’ It creates a brief visual distortion. My starter pack had 300 points. Haven’t spent them yet.” He says it with a hint of pride, chest puffed. Showing your value is the only way to secure an alliance in here. “Adequate,” Marcus says, his face giving nothing away. The skill is useful for misdirection, but against whatever’s out there in the halls? Probably not a game-changer. One by one, the others step up. A girl with shaking hands mumbles about a weak ‘Barrier’ skill. Another guy has ‘Keen Senses.’ The last one, the one who pulled me into the group, has ‘Rapid Mending’—a low-tier healing ability.

I quickly leave ______ High school a place for the weird and unweird, funny thing is I'm the weirdest here, I only got one friend and that happens to be my bestie, and I love her so much, but sometimes I feel if she gets to know the real me that she'd think am a freak and leave or she'll tell the authorities or even if she happens to accept me, I'd feel like her pet cause come on am practically an animal, my thought gets interrupted by a loud horn

His sanity might have worsened if the System hadn't blurred the more specialized skills down the skill trees. For now, Ves had no interest in taking up these exotic skills. Not only would he not be able to explain how he became proficient in these exotic and restricted technologies, he also plainly lacked the luxury to waste his points in needless side projects. If he wanted to close the gap to his rivals, then he had to invest in his foundation skills, no matter how boring they sounded. "Since I'm getting ready to fabricate the Marc Antony, I should shore up my assembler sub-skills."

Unless mom makes him. “And it will benefit you in college too. Having math skills is very important.” Mom tisked. Great, she’s already dismissing me. I don’t know why I even try. I should just give up. As I was considering giving up, a little voice in my head called me out. ‘Fucking twat. Can’t even tell his mommy what he wants. He’s never going to grow a pair and be his own man.’ And strangely, this voice sounded precisely like Cassidy. Ugh, now I’m even hearing her taunting and insulting me. My conscience needs a checkup.

He looked at me intently, trying to figure out if my words are true. It is true that I am not good with my senses but if I focused on it, I could do a good job but still, I am really not into it. It is also true that one of my specialties is combative skill, but the truth is my one and only special skill is my manipulating skills. Alqamar is always praising me for it. It is the reason why we won thousands of fights without shedding blood because of my manipulating skills. “Are you telling me that my men are not good enough that’s why they lost you in that convenience store?” he asked. I raised a brow and chuckled.

he said with enthusiasm, “the more that you use your special skills, the stronger they will become.” The handicap for me was the fact that I had no idea how to use these so-called special skills that I’d only recently realized existed at all, let alone in me. The only exposure that I’d had to their use was when I’d sit down and get very quiet while trying to solve a case in hopes that the room or an object would speak to me either by way of words, ideas, or visions in my head. I never considered what I was doing to be anything special; especially since Nora would also get a feeling about a case that I was working on from time to time. I simply assumed that it was something that all peopl

Maine can't hide the excitement of all the wonders of the food being offered today. See! Our lives here are just going well, if you are asking how in the world, I got into this school is because of my good academic grades. In my last school I was one of the top honored students that's why I got myself a scholarship in this prestigious school it was hard for my parents since we just live in a normal life. HR is the course that me and my friends took for university, and I want to become a health service manager one day. And of cour-... Why are the students besides us are so noisy? What are they even saying? I'm giving a background check of myself here!

I continued sprinting until I saw myself in front of the orphanage. I chuckle with sadness. “I forget I am a freak—a girl with strange abilities. Not ordinary people have these skills. I cried as I recalled everything—all the memories of uncovering that I am different from other orphans. In short, I am above average, but some people don’t understand it and make it appear I am a freak.