Will To Power By Nietzsche Novels & Stories

he asks. She considers the city beyond the window. The systems humming. The people moving. The structures straining under truths they were never meant to hold. “Now,” she says, “they have to decide who they are without me.” “And us?” She turns to him. “That depends,” she says, “on whether you’re willing to exist without needing to be in control.” He has no answer. Not yet. Power, she understands now, is not domination. It is not even victory. It is the moment you realize you can walk away from the machinery that once defined you and the machinery panics because it does not know how to operate without your invisible labor.

“But what about life? What about the noble acts they do? Doesn’t that matter?” A dark smile flashed across the necromancer’s face, from which one could guess his condescending superiority. “No doubt, this world needs not only fighting units but also working ones. Like ants who build an anthill and drag the garbage out of the holes. But true power will always be on the necromancer’s side.” With these words, he poured more wine into the glasses and, began drinking his wine without taking his dark eyes from me. Like someone under a spell, I watched his movements. I just couldn’t look away. His every word, no matter how much I wanted to argue with him, seeped into my mind, putting down roots the

"You're half right. What I actually want to tell you is that a person's true energy comes from within, not from external things. Just like how you can't control the cauldron fragments with your will alone, because you're merely hoping to control them with your will, and not being the will of the cauldron itself. If you understand the will of the cauldron itself, then you will be able to easily control it and make it take shape. Remember, your will and the will of the object are two different wills. Only by understanding the other can you control it. Alright, keep working hard. I'll go for a walk around." Fremont transformed into a streak of gold light and vanished after saying that. Wilbur s

“Have you always been this delusional? Can you not see the truth even when it’s so blatantly obvious? Or are you just so power hungry that you don’t care?” “If it hadn’t been for that stupid contract his parents made, he never would’ve given a mutt like you a second glance. He knew I cared for him so much that I gave up my own mate for him, he knew I’d never leave him.” This time it was Nathan that laughed, “If you weren’t so blind with your lust for power and status you would’ve seen that Dmitri’s been in love with Selene since the day he met her. He fucked you so that I could see the look on your face when all your dreams and ambitions were ripped away when he finally tossed you away like

I definitely will. He didn't show any indication that he had acknowledged my words as he continued speaking nonetheless. “He wanted to prove his power. But guess what? That's what made him stupid! He showed me his weakness. Willingly. He acted on an impulsive thought while forgetting that the whole world is dying to know his weakness. But it's all good. It's more to my advantage instead. Now, I can finally succeed over him and take over his position. I will take his power away from him and I will take you too. Permanently. I don't care what he does to save you but listen—”

†† Nike Power, There was simply nothing like it, not even the utmost pleasures of mortal men could compare to the absolute thrill of power that coursed deep within her, and almost found herself purring in ecstasy as she looked down on the battered and bruised Fate, one of the primordial forces of time itself at her very feet, dealt with by a creation of her own machinations The girl growled in anger her eyes coursing with power she didn't know how ti channel and a smile lit up Nike's face

“Are you saying I am ugly?” “It all depends on how you choose to see it.” Eva just rolled her eyes and walked back to the mirror staring at it worriedly, Zeiran watched her for a moment before laying back on her bed. Eva stared at the mirror for a while before Zeiran stepped in. He walked up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulder “Do not be mistaken; strength is not will but a phenomenon that allows one to cause change. That said, the stronger you are, the greater the magnitude of change that can be made. You hold the potential to bend reality itself and all you have to do is to focus… Hold onto that power of yours and bend your reality to your will…”

Power is always associated with trouble. Sometimes it is great enough to save us from trouble, sometimes it isn't. Sometimes it is so great that trouble can't get close and sometimes its greatness is the reason why trouble comes. Sometimes it's not about how you use it, sometimes it's about the power itself. The mere existence of a certain power could stir up fear, awe, hatred and envy depending on who percieved it and how they do. "My power is supposed to kind that helps me escape trouble" Victor said to himself as he drove through an empty road with nothing but desert on both sides.

"Dark I know will do everything in his power to take that from you, even if it means to kill you." "I have no idea what power I possess or why he wants it but I discovered recently that I have this power in me." "He wants it my dear, and if you refuse, what he will do to you will be small compared to what he did to me. He did this to me," Pointing at her half damaged face, her eyes glue at Raziah's dark ones . "Because I couldn't bow or kneel before him, now imagine you not agreeing to give him the power he is after, he will do the unspeakable to you."

I willed my will to charge forward and reck havoc inside that glue matter, my aura is still solid and pure, but this time I defused it with my will in top of its power not to probe or discover, nor to defend or to pull it back but to go forward and attack, despite feeling my aura getting weaker by the second, I will not give up, my zombified shell starting to crack while my eye socket is full of dark smoke that not a smoke, solid and pure black but still maintain its gaseous form. ‘If you want it all, here it is, I’m not going to be killed again without a fight….not again’ my thoughts gives my will a last boost and the cracks started to accumulate faster while the the damn matter starts to