What My Quirk Novels & Stories

Freya’s pov "As in, there are more witches?" I asked, trying to process everything. Kiara nodded. "Yes, and we're all different. We all have our unique abilities." I swallowed hard, feeling overwhelmed. "And what about me? What's my ability?" Kiara smiled. "That's what we're here to find out." “Do you have any idea of your origin or your parents?” My heart beat stopped for a minute at her question. “No”

he answered. Karuji grabbed his notebook and flicked to his notes “okay tell me what happened to them, in full detail” said Karuji “as you wish Karuji-kun, it happened on Dec 15th 2042 the students and the staff were busy at UA when suddenly Corona and her forces started attacking UA and the villains out of the blue next my classmates got separated and got captured also they took control of the UA. I fought bravely before I was captured” Katsuki explained “I see” I said “Arnold-kun” Katsuki asked me then kissed my cheek. I was amazed “Kachan, did you kiss me but why?” I asked “Arnold-kun what’s your quirk?” he asked “Half-Good, Half-Evil Incubator. Just why?” I asked Katsuki “I was thinking

Mochi, after all, an ordinary system that upgraded itself into a mighty one by accumulating a vast amount of points due to its job in accompanying its hosts. {I used them habitually when interrogating...I mean, inquiring a statement from a stubborn defendant. This is the cheat skill that I developed by just observing my mischievous friends. I guaranteed, it works every single time, without fail.} Jae Woon said in honesty. {This is weird, even a cat or a dog is terrified when I used this skill on them. To the point that they are desperately hanging on to their owner in an anguished state.}

Quincy What exactly was I wrong about? For the stupid answer I got from Jordan or the way my body’s losing every ounce control. Jordan is going on a full rampage, taking on every inch of my body. Tearing up the little bit of awareness I’ve gathered in my five days of solidarity.

Just look at me now, lying in the ICU with nobody coming to check on me. I could feel my soul slowly pulling away from my body, and I sighed. This was never my actual body to begin with, and I should've never let myself crave that fleeting taste of warmth. Growing up in an orphanage, I had spent my whole life dreaming of having a mother, a father, a brother, and a wife who truly loved me. In the end, that was the exact thing that walked me right into a dead end. "Where's Uncle Owen? Is he okay?"

She admitted. “Listen, I love you for you and all your quirkiness.” I smiled. “Quirkiness?!” She asked in a shocked way. “Oh don’t tell me you don’t find some of the things I do weird.” I retorted. She thought about it for a minute and then said, “Fair enough” with a smile.

“Sherry…! Comfort me…!” Persia then buries her face on Sherry’s blazer. “Hehe, There, there…” Sherry replied delightedly and held Persia’s hand. “…Mnn. Sorry.” I apologized. Seeing Persia’s poor look, I rubbed her head out from the feelings of guilt. “Anyways, what’s your strategy?” August pulled us back to the topic. “Ah, before that— what kind of special abilities do you guys have? Perhaps an like Kuroyuki…? I don’t think you guys could really make it to the S class with just this kind of weapon.”

"I-I'm Riaru, s-seventeen, and..." Seeing her flustered is adorable. It's obvious she grew up lonely. "And?" "Y-You can call me R-Ria," "R-Ria?" That's a pleasant nickname, and it fits her, "So Miles... what's your enhancement?" Enhancement?! Is that magic?! I feel like punching the air out of excitement! But my old pal fear has his hands wrapped around my arm. Is it like the games I played? Can I control the four elements like an avatar? Can I use magic like Harry Potter? No, that's too cheap. Or can I use chakra like Naruto, or perhaps Haki like Luffy?

"Stupid! Of course I only found out how after the ZhijuMoya power was in my body. ZhijuMoya is a Yokomoya that grants multiple powers to one's instincts, making them an all-knowing human. By the time I found out that way, it was too late.”