Novel & Cerita Your Abilities Are Mine Ch 1

Then my wolf’s voice slipped through the fog in my mind — calm, quiet, but present. > How do you feel? I didn’t answer that. Instead, my lips moved before I could stop them. “I could see through the dark,” I whispered. “For the first time, I saw clearly.” There was a pause — a soft exhale through my link. > Because I was there, she said gently. And more will come. The abilities you were supposed to have… they’ll awaken, one by one. But don’t try to change the topic, Janayah. How are you really feeling?

she encouraged. “What if it doesn’t work?” I asked, concern lacing my voice. “It will work. You’re a queen, Sophia. He might be older than you and more experienced in controlling his abilities, but he’s not more powerful. You need to bring back that confidence I saw in you the first time we met,” she replied firmly. “Do you have any abilities?” I asked curiously. “No, but when I take over from my father, I’ll inherit his mind manipulation abilities. Let’s practice. I’ll talk to you, and you let your mind drift somewhere else while I do. You found your mate, right? Maybe that’s a good place to start,” she suggested.

I whisper. Andrew turns the book back towards me, “I think your abilities are starting to manifest.” I look down at the page where he is pointing, and it is the page about the Silver Wolf’s powers. “How can I use an ability that I do not know that I have?” I frown. Andrew uses his hand to cup my cheek, “Every power has to begin somewhere?” Looking down at the book in my hands, I begin to feel a heavy weight on my shoulders. “I do not want this power,” I say more to myself than to Andrew. “I do not want the responsibility.”

I slow down towards the end of my sentence just as I bring my gaze to the rest of them. The room falls silent again. I slowly lift my gaze to meet theirs, and I can see it in their faces. The same realisation that just hit me like a truck. “That… sounds like you, Kaida,” Miyuki says quietly. I try to ignore the way my stomach clenches. “Yeah. It does...” I don’t want it to be true. But deep down, I know it is. Lucas leans in. “What abilities does it say they had?”

’’ - ‘’like me…’’ (in weak voice) ‘’But… I don’t even know what time really is… I’ve only heard it twice, first was when my father mentioned it, second is now… And why me…why do I have such ability, is this the Creator’s will?’’ ‘’Don’t worry, don’t question yourself. I will guide and nurture you to unlock your ability’s full potential.’’ ‘’Time will eventually fill your questions with answers, do not be anxious. ‘’You are the rightful owner of that power...’’

I whispered in a voice thick with desperation and newfound power. At first, nothing happened. Then, like a flickering flame being stoked back to life, color began to seep back into Neal's cheeks. The unnatural pallor retreated as his skin regained its warm, peachy hue. I watched, holding my breath, as his chest finally rose with a deep, shuddering inhale. Neal's eyes fluttered open, glazed but aware. He lived again, pulled back across the void by my sheer force of will. Without waiting a moment longer, I lifted off the ground, my new abilities allowing me to defy gravity itself. I floated higher, facing the house that I could now notice was emanating an ominous aura of vile magic.

“Your power. They will test you. They’ll come for you.” “I… I can handle it,” she said, not a question, but a statement. The words felt foreign, yet right. Strength surged from inside, radiating outward. Her palms glowed faintly in the dim forest light, a manifestation of her newfound ability. Every nerve in her body thrummed with anticipation. She was no longer just prey. She was a predator in her own right. The King’s eyes flicked to hers, and in that gaze she saw admiration, desire, and caution intertwined. “Then prove it,” he said, voice low, possessive, protective. “Prove that you are not to be underestimated.”

“How… How do I control this? The powers. Today I almost lost it, and Marcus saw what I could do. What if next time I hurt someone?” There was silence, long enough that I wondered if she’d vanished again. Then her voice returned, steady and unyielding. “Control begins with understanding. Tell me, do you even know the abilities you have?” The question was deeper than I expected. I hesitated before answering. “No,” I admitted, my throat tightening. “I don’t. I don’t even know what I am supposed to be.” A hum, low and ancient, filled the space between us “Hmm.” Eryndra says

“Like this moment isn’t a beginning, but a return.” Aiden stepped closer, careful. “Because the fire remembers.” She looked up. “It’s not just in your blood,” he said. “It’s in your soul. This power—it’s passed down, but it chooses who it awakens in. Not just anyone can hold it. You were chosen.” Her heart fluttered at the word. Chosen. Not cursed. Not doomed. “I don’t feel strong,” she admitted. “You don’t have to. The fire is strong enough for both of us.”

I hoot angrily. They carried me out and dragged me out, throwing me into the air. “You are such an ingrat… ahhh” I screamed as I crashed into the ground. “Sympathize with villain to gain an ability” the system binged “I should sympathize with someone that wants me gone after I saved his life? He didn't even offer me anything… hmph, you must be sick in the head.” I hoot, stomping my legs but ended up falling down. “What is the ability, anyway?” I finally asked.