Your Greatest Power Novels & Stories

I asked her again. “We wait. For now you need to discover yourself. I tell you something. If you won't discover your true power, they would drain you. They always know when they meet you and use your weakness against you. You have to know that” “That is scary. I don't know how to absorb it. Everyone keeps telling me the same thing bout my powers but till day I haven't seen any “ I spared my hand. “Powers are not discovered like that. You practice over time. Some discover theirs in the most unlikely ways though” she informed me further.

Regrets… Always comes in the end… It’s funny how God gave us the power of free will. The greatest power that ever existed. The decision to make a choice. Unfortunately, such power is not easy to use. Because with each decision that we make comes the consequences of such a choice.

He looked majestic, untouchable, like a god surveying his creation. “Do you know what power really is, Riah?” he asked, still looking at the horizon. “Most think it is money, armies, titles. They are wrong. Those are just tools. Power is knowing exactly who you are, exactly what you want, and having the absolute will to take it, keep it, defend it—no matter the cost.” He turned to face me then, his expression severe, eyes glowing in the dim light.

“Why do you think this power might lead you astray?” I sighed deeply, searching for the right words. “Because power has a way of changing people. Of making them forget who they once were. What if I become so enamored with it that I become a tyrant? What if I can’t differentiate between right and wrong anymore?” She moved closer, her presence soothing and grounding. “The power you seek comes from within, Olivia. It's not some external force that will dictate your actions. It’s an extension of who you are. The choices you make, the path you walk—that will always be up to you.”

"Sure, Chrystal. What's on your mind?" "If you were a superhero, what would be your superpower?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. I chuckled, taking a moment to consider her question. "You know, Chrystal, I think my superpower would be the ability to heal hearts. To mend broken spirits and bring a sense of hope and love to those who have faced hardships." Chrystal's smile widened, and her enthusiasm was palpable. "That's an amazing choice, can you imagine the impact you would have on people's lives? Healing hearts and spreading love, it's a superpower that the world truly needs," she said, her voice filled with admiration.

As the girl began to draw, her small hand moving carefully across the paper, Zeus walked to the center of the room and addressed the group of young students. "When I was young," he said, his voice carrying clearly but softly, "I thought the greatest gift a god could give was power—the ability to shape the world, to make things happen, to command respect and fear. But looking at all of you here today, watching you create and share and learn from each other, I know I was wrong." He knelt down so he could look them all in the eye, his large frame somehow not intimidating but comforting.

I ask. Naomi cocks her eyebrow at me and I continue. “We figure out what our affinity for magic is by the time we’re 10. But at 16, we put witches through simulated situations to see what they’re strongest power is. Like, as High Priestess, I have control of all of the Maiden’s powers, but my strongest powers are in protection. It’s why I could do the spell to stop the Riding Hoods from using left behind DNA to find you guys and why our covendom is pretty much impenetrable for anyone that we don’t physically bring in ourselves.”

I whispered, my voice trembling. Mom’s eyes sparkled with understanding as she continued, “Let me ask you something. Are you the most powerful version of yourself?” I looked at her, perplexed by the question. She smiled and encouraged me to close my eyes, to imagine the most powerful version of myself and what I was doing in that state. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, allowing my emotions to guide me.

I step closer to him. "Tell me something," I say softly. "What is the most powerful force in the world?" He stammers. "Magic?" "No." "Fear?" "No." I lean closer. "Love." Understanding dawns in his eyes. "A mother's love is her greatest strength." My voice becomes ice. "And her greatest weakness." The generals begin to smile. Now they see the plan. "She took my elders," I say calmly. "So I will take something she values far more." The room fills with dark anticipation.

I was starting to doubt myself earlier but I'm glad it turned out well. "Remember that your powers will follow your heart. If your heart is pure, then your power will not be stained by evilness. But if you're weak and you will easily gets defeated by greed and hatred then the power you possessed now will be turned to darkness. In whatever circumstances always choose to be kind and use your powers in a good way," grandma Hestia reminded us. After our power control training with grandpa Zeus and grandma Hestia, mom prepared nice dishes for all of us. She cooked my favorite foods and I couldn't help but admire its mouth watering aroma.