Will To Power By Nietzsche Novels & Stories

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

…No, that's impossible! Willis quickly ends all of his power even if he wasn't sure who Zhu Wushang really was but the only entity that could make Nyarlathotep serve him. There can be only one. Even if it’s not, he didn't dare gamble with his life, but the horrified voice of someone chuckling comes directly into his mind.

As he prepared for sleep, Nathaniel felt no need to memorialize the moment. It would not need remembering. It would live quietly in how the next generation thought about power. Not as something to seize. Not as something to fear. But as something to use carefully. And only when needed. That was the answer. Not perfect. Not complete. But true. And for now, that was enough.

Нe’s thе kind оf mаn whо thinks hе cаn buy his wаy intо аnything, thе kind whо thinks powеr is somеthing yоu cаn negоtiаte ovеr dinner. But powеr isn’t somеthing yоu buy. It’s somеthing yоu tаke. It’s somеthing yоu eаrn. Аnd no аmount оf wеаpоns or аlliаnces will chаnge thаt.

"This isn't about efficiency. This is about power. You see opportunity to control the most powerful technology in human history and you can't resist." "Yes," Victor said simply. "I see opportunity and I'm taking it. Because I understand power in ways you never will. Power isn't evil, Maya. It's neutral. What matters is who wields it and for what purpose. I'll wield it to ensure humanity survives. You'd wield it to ensure everyone gets a vote on survival. My way is faster. More certain. More likely to succeed." "Your way is tyranny." "My way is pragmatism. And in eighteen months when the cycle hits, pragmatism will save lives. Democracy will count votes while people freeze."

Not one path, not the ordained single direction of Nyx's design for Eden, but paths, plural, a branching and spreading network of possibility that extended from this moment outward in every direction, each one real, each one leading somewhere, each one requiring her to move her own feet. It spoke of power that was hers. Not given, not granted, not bestowed by any authority above her. Hers by nature, by composition, by the specific arrangement of what she was, power that had been present since she drew her first breath and had been waiting for her to stop arranging herself small enough to fit inside someone else's framework for her. It spoke of the choice that was coming.

Laughing maniacally as Gerald got surrounded by yet another group of spirits, the inner demon then smugly proposed, “Gerald, listen. Wouldn’t it be great if we just cooperated? With your intellect and my strength, we’d surely be an unstoppable force!” Naturally, Gerald wasn’t going to agree to that anytime soon. While the inner demon may have thought that Gerald’s loss was already determined, Gerald knew that his other self was merely a temporary manifestation of his worst aspects. With that in mind, there was no way Gerald was going to let that nobody surpass him! As he thought about that, an idea suddenly came to Gerald. Understanding that it was now or never, Gerald immediately began proj

These things are better kept hidden away and better not used. “He who that gain surmounting power must nurture dignity and passivity and must be able to stand alone. Whereas, the majestic mountains, the massive rock, the storm-tried oak, all speak to us of power while the fluctuating sand, the resilient twig, and the waving reed speaks to us of weakness because they are movable and non-resistant, and totally useless when detached from their companions. He is the man worthy of power who, when all his fellows are swayed by some emotion or passion, remains calm and unmoved. He who that succeeded to fight himself against humane desires is fitted in that position.”