روايات وقصص ضمن Z Move Power

It slid along the chains, seeping into the metal, twisting, pressing— And then— They broke. Not shattered. Not exploded. But… gave. Like they had been weakened from the inside. Zira dropped. I caught her before she hit the ground. Her weight was lighter than it should have been. Too light. “Can you stand?” I asked. She nodded weakly. “Barely.” “That’s enough.” Behind us— Zimora broke free. Not completely. But enough to move. Her power flared outward, pushing against whatever I had used on her.

“Well, it was only a temporary transfer during the accelerated training. You will not have access to our powers, but you will now have knowledge of the basics, potions, protection and privacy spells, those are all within your grasp now. We will start the unbinding tomorrow and that will release your true power, the power of a Zoldeck and one of the strongest powers you can possess, the power to control the minds of others. . * * * * * A few hours had passed and I was still feeling full of energy when me and Adrian got back to the room. “It was so crazy. I never felt anything like it before. I seriously still can’t believe any of this.” “Calm down. You’re so worked up,” he laughed.

I stood frozen, astonished by my own strength. Zoe's gaze snapped to mine, her eyes blazing. "You think that's enough to stop me?" Zoe snarled. She pushed off the tree, her movements fluid. Lyra stepped forward, ready to defend. But I stood firm, my newfound confidence burning. I see you have unlock it, she said referring to my power . "I won't back down," I declared. Zoe's smile twisted. "We'll see about that." With a swift motion, Zoe summoned a dark vortex.

After a moment, the elevator stops and opens, making us reluctantly pull apart. Our lips cling desperately, and our noses brush as a needy sigh escapes her lips. My body is nearly set aflame by the touch of her hands. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths before I release her and step back to usher her out of the elevator. Our hands are clutched tightly together as we move towards the apartment door. However, I don’t make it very far when I stumble back from the force of the stifling power that assaults me from the doorway. I feel like someone dropped a vat of tar over me. The hairs on my body stand on end, and my breath feels stifled. It’s the most corrupted powe

“Or you’ll lose your chance.” “Harvested?” Elias asked, his voice low. “Her power. Her blood. Her link to the old magic. It can be severed—siphoned—transferred.” “To whom?” John asked. Veza looked directly at me. “To her replacement.” I smiled. Cold and satisfied. “I’m ready.” Samantha stirred. Her fingers twitched. Her head turned, brows pinched as she groaned. “She wakes,” Veza rasped. I stepped forward, letting my voice drip honey. “Hello, darling. Sleep well?”

His scream of fury is whipped into submission by Zayn’s storm, turning to a sharp whisper that’s sucked away immediately, but he raises his hands to the sky and sends a burst of power into the clouds. I can feel the strain of Zayn’s powers in my chest. Those golden threads that bind us quiver, pulling tight. He’s using all his energy right now–the entire brunt of his power is raining down on Meccana, and it’s not enough. But the wizard is distracted. He doesn’t notice me crawling, trying to grip whatever I can to pull myself across the floor. I pause when a burst of lightning explodes so close the heat of it singes my eyelashes, and Zayn appears in horrific glory–a swirling, utterly furious

“I’m at the pack house with Kev. There are six warriors with us holding down the fort. Sam left to go into the city. Apparently, the rogues are using that as a staging point. She was going to pull the warriors and try to hit them there.” Taking a breath, I grabbed a drill and just drilled into the plastic of the crate. After about seven random screws, I threw the drill and tossed the tire iron and crowbar into the empty space next to me. The wires were still sticking out of the bottom and I grabbed them, putting two together. The beast of the ZL1 special edition V8 roared to life and I slammed the door shut next to me. You could see how the door locked since I’d taken the inner panels off. “

Mmmph… exciting conflict… survivors versus robot zombies… This… is the most modern content! ZF-BOSS began recording with his broken camera, even though there was nothing to store it on. "Damn! He’s actually enthusiastic!" Riska cursed. "System, you said the Tech-Zombies' weakness is EMP and Microwave Frequency!" Bima asked internally. [System Suggestion: 'Master AI' can generate microwaves, but it requires time and a massive amount of power. An EMP can be created by 'Overcharging' a strong electronic energy source.] "Overcharge a strong electronic energy source?" Bima looked at his solar-powered flashlight, then at Riska’s Master AI, and finally at the ruins of the building nearby.

“I would be able to help if it were for other matters. What you are asking deals with a more complex level of powers. With my current powers, I won’t be able to see it.” James released his Zen and sensed that Zella had only reached the Martial Celestial Rank. “It’s alright.”

He used it to press a small knob on the back of Cuppy. There was a screeching sound and Cuppy’s light died out. The walls of the room were implanted with photons that recorded each moment but Zuben knew that his mother would be too busy to check. Zuben stretched himself and walked to the corner of his room. His hands moved towards the button labeled 100,000 ATP but then he pressed on the button labeled 50,000 ATP. He felt warmth radiate all over his body right up to his fingers and toes. He often liked to take an extra dose of energy. It made him feel excited but not today. He wanted to spend his time reading his favorite book. So, he didn’t want to risk it.