Weird Talents Novels & Stories

I hate bats. They fly around me, their wings flapping up a storm that whips at my hair and shirt. The cauldron comes back together and a blink later, the vampire is standing in front of me and there's no sign of the bats. “How do I find out what my talent is?” “You’ll find out by accident like the rest of us.” “I wonder how Aldric found out he could ease others’ pain.” “That’s not his only talent.” “What else can he do?” Lazarus shrugs. “He won’t tell any of us.”

Humans stayed away from us, as we were different, and we stayed away from the humans for they were inferior. Travelling far, we set up our own sanctuaries, areas where we could focus, explore and harness our abilities. This is where the first of the mind talents were identified, telepathy, followed by "dream walking" and "future sight", and a myriad of other talents developed. The first body talents, healing, and shape shifting also sprung into existence. And so thrived the Immortals and our emerging society.

--- --- Later that evening, back at home, she found her bedroom window open. Strange. She always kept it shut. And on her bed—folded neatly—was her college ID. She had lost it last week. And somehow... it was back. Her hands trembled as she picked it up. Something was deeply, deeply wrong. Aariz Sheikh Pataudi wasn’t just a guest professor. He wasn’t even just a tenant. He was something else entirely. And she had just invited the devil to walk the halls of her college.

“The auction begins in twenty minutes. Submissives volunteer. Bidders win one night—whatever they desire, within negotiated limits. Safe word enforced. Everything recorded for security. No names required.” She leaned closer. “You’d fetch a high price.” Lila’s breath caught. She should leave. She stayed. Twenty minutes later, the lights dimmed. A spotlight hit the stage. The auctioneer—a tall, androgynous figure in a tailored tux—stepped forward. “Lot One,” they announced smoothly. “A delicious newcomer. Virgin to our stage. Limits: no blood, no permanent marks, no scat. Everything else… negotiable.” Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs.

"She said that was exactly what someone who had pre-weakened the ceiling would say." Kael started walking again. "I cannot win," he said. "You keep winning," Mira said. "That is the problem." They reached the garden bench. Kael sat. Mira sat beside him this time, not across, a small change but noticeable. "The Hidden Talent Theory," Mira said, opening to a new page. Kael looked at her. "Is that something you named?" "Yes," she said. "But it describes a real pattern. Every time an event occurs that cannot be explained by your visible stats, observers default to assuming you possess hidden talent you are deliberately concealing."

I thought, muttering. After a while, Ruby entered the room, interrupting our questioning gazes. "Is something wrong?" She asked. We both glanced at each other before nodding as I filled her in with the recent event. "Ah! Well... as far as I've heard, twins have some special abilities different from normal ones so the pain could be one of them." She explained while my eyes were trained on her purple-dyed hair. "How is your hair so smooth?" I asked, not caring about the important input we heard.

She pulled it back rather haphazardly and, as always, secured it with whatever happened to be handy. She began to review the symptoms of her strange blood disease. To catalog herself. She was small and very delicate, frail almost. She looked young, a teenager, aging at a much slower rate than a normal human. Her eyes were enormous, vividly green. Her voice was soft, velvety, often called mesmerizing. When she talked, most of the people were so enthralled by her voice, they remembered every word she spoke. Her senses were far superior to others of the human race, her hearing and sense of smell extremely acute. She saw colors more vividly, registered details most humans missed. She could commu

He patted his mom on the shoulder as he went to the refrigerator to see what he might want to eat. “No, not at all,” Isabella said. “I just keep thinking about that poor girl. I can’t imagine what has happened to her, where she’s come from, and… how she’s able to do… what she’s able to do.” August rifled around in the refrigerator for a moment before deciding on a bagel. Carbs might make him sleepy. “We’ve seen shifters with talents before,” he reminded her. “Yes, that’s true, we have. But they’re nothing like this. An even keener sense of smell, even faster running, even some with healing abilities. But this… this is unusual.”

He advised caution and promised to look into the matter further, delving into the secrets of the secret society that seemed to have resurfaced in my life. Days turned into sleepless nights as I immersed myself in research, desperate to uncover the truth. The more I dug, the deeper the rabbit hole seemed to go. The secret society, known as The Veiled Order, was a clandestine network that operated behind the scenes, pulling the strings of power and manipulating events to their advantage. I discovered that they had a particular interest in individuals with unique talents and abilities, like my own hidden talent as a gifted pianist. They sought to harness and exploit these gifts, using them as t

I was a CEO. I felt like strange things kept happening to me as of late. I noticed that a woman kept showing up everywhere I went. Of course, I was an extremely handsome, wealthy, and talented billionaire. It was only natural for me to be surrounded by women of all sorts. But that woman was different. Why? Well, I'd never met such an oddball in my entire life. She tripped over nothing and fell right in front of me on her first day of work. The coffee she was holding ended up splashing all over my suit.