Will To Power By Nietzsche Novels & Stories

"Power is not something you can go and buy on a platter of gold, Diane. You don't order it like a dish." "Power is life. Power is wealth. Power is the only reason you stood in that boardroom today and spoke to those old men, and they had to sit there and listen to you. Power is the reason why you can stand in the equator of the Wolflands, speak your mind, and watch the world go silent. Power, Diane, is not something you trade away just to satisfy a dead man's wish. Do not just throw it away like it is some cheap piece of cookie."

I eye him, and he shrugs, dragging a stool with his feet. “It’s honest.” I keep staring at the painting. I know it’s him who painted it, so it must mean something. “There’s nothing honest about that,” I murmur. “He’s falling.” “Exactly.” I tilt my head to see that he is watching me. “Most people paint power as something permanent,” he continues. “Untouchable.” My eyes flick back up. “You think differently, I take it.” “Yes, power isn’t stable,” he says. “It belongs to no one, and only the strongest holds it temporarily.”

Had demonstrated that outcomes transcended individual survival when transcending meant affecting reality beyond personal existence. "I accept cost," I said. "Accept sacrifice. Accept that proving free will real requires paying price exceeding what seems fair. Accept that choosing fourth way demands more than binary options require. Accept that love proving stronger than fear means demonstrating through action not just claiming through words when demonstration requires risking everything including self."

“War after war, death after death, you never even craved a little peace?” “Silver wolf, Hartmann’s first born, whatever it is, I accept what I am” I say, lowering my gaze to my hands, faintly glowing now. “ But I refuse to glorify it, power doesn't make me right, it makes me responsible.” I lift my eyes again. “Listen, I know what unchecked power does,” I continue. “I’ve loved under it, I’ve survived it, I’ve survived you and I won’t become another version of the thing that hunted me for so long.”

Marching toward me, convinced they could win. My fingers curled into fists. You can’t destroy what you don’t understand, I whispered. And you certainly can’t stop what’s already waiting to feed on you. I took a deep breath and spread my arms wide, the cold air of my chamber swirling around me like shadows. I need power, I shouted, eyes wide, voice breaking with obsession. And I will have it.. I will consume it with fire in my veins and fury in my bones. A Few Minutes Later in the Sitting Quarters

He looked a bit like he thought my question was ridiculous but he flashed me a small smile and decided to reply. “Let me see, because I like to reduce people to nothing. I like them to feel worthless. To know that I can do whatever I want to then, whenever I want, however I want. Because I love to remind people that I’m big and they are small, very small.” He rose from the bed and came to me, lifting my chin a little higher with his big fingers. “A she-wolf holds her body in great regard. Even if she is a whore she won’t let just anyone touch her. A man who can bend her over and use her at will, is a man who has broken her and made her his toy. That is what I want to do to you. You have a lo

“I outsmarted you once, I can do it again. You fucked up when you showed me how to harness power like that. And with Calder free, I won't be repulsed by doing it. In fact, I know I’ll enjoy the hell out of destroying you." The demon snickered. “You know nothing about power. I gave you a taste. The things I could teach you would make you a Goddess amongst men. Just think, being able to control someone’s very will, bending men to your bidding, there would be nothing to stop you, no one to control your wants or desires but you." “I’d rather fucking kill myself than let you do anything else."

“Thеrе is no placе for such naivеty in this world. Powеr is what mattеrs. Powеr еnsurеs survival.” In that momеnt, it bеcamе clеar that rеason and compassion would havе no sway ovеr Frеya. Shе was consumеd by hеr thirst for powеr, blind to thе dеstructivе path shе had chosеn. Wе had no choicе but to stand our ground, to facе hеr with еvеry ouncе of strеngth wе had lеft.

Hansel said with a look of regret on his face, "So there's no way out?" Madman's green eyes rippled and the corners of his lips rose confidently. "Not so much. Willpower is a consumable. It has to reach its physical limit. As the saying goes, take advantage of the weakness and wait until the time is right." They talked about it without turning away from me, obviously anticipating that I wouldn't do anything if I heard it, which I did. I could hear what they were talking about, but I was too distracted by the battle between sleeping and not sleeping to care about them.

'No, I do not' The nymph that he had in his arms during their first embrace, the one that bared her neck fully for him and wished their fall from the sky to last an eternity, that nymph was no more. While the significance of a nymph baring her neck to someone had nothing to do with survival, it had everything to do with the power of will, and surrender. It all came down to one thing and one thing alone. The nymph's sacred blood when they were in their human forms. To taste a nymph's blood was to have an ultimate power to order her, it was a lot like knowing a medium's name.