Novel & Cerita กำลังภายใน

I bit down on the hand covering my mouth but he didn't even flinch, he just continued brushing his lips against my skin. Fight! My inner voice screamed. I struggled against him, resurrecting my long forgotten strength. I brought my hands up, ripping his hand from my mouth, shoving at his chest until I was able to jerk out of his grip I was panting, from the blinding anger slowly overtaking me. I managed to hiss, jabbing my finger at the door "Get out Kain" He lowered his empty hands, flashing me a roughish grin "There's my Elly"

Looks like I'm sharing the same boat with another individual. TO BE CONTINUED -> -> ->

And I can't say a word because of my nervousness. Fuck. ...(to be continued)

¬Luella I raise my hand, starting down at it. I’ve been in another immortals head before, but this time, it’s different, I can feel it. Instead of being able to see into his memories, I am in Revel’s consciousness, able to control his body. Awkwardly, I move his limbs around under my control, feeling the strangeness, but also the power. Revel is a Sin, with power that is different to mine. I can feel is streaking through my veins.

I headed downstairs to the kitchen to make myself some leftover meatloaf I made the other day . As I waited for it to warm up I spoke to Shiva . " I have never felt a dream that was so real an my life " I stated to her " It's because your power is growing ,so that's why we need to release it tonight. Otherwise….." she paused . " Otherwise what ?" I asked her questionably. " Nothing... just try to focus on tonight ...okay? " she said, reassuring me everything we'll be fine . " Okay ...fine " I said to her walking back to the oven . I grabbed the oven mitt and pulled out the meatloaf.

Alex was sleeping like the doctor had said, he had a bandage round his forehead and few bruises over his face, which had now been plastered. She walked over standing before him, then sat down in the armchair beside the bed. "He's sleeping, I will wait." ***** Alex slammed the cup on the desk and turned to Martin. "Martins, have you ever heard of the Fundamental promotion rights?" "Fundamental promotion rights?" Martins repeated the question, an eyebrow raised. "I'm about to do something crazy," Alex said looking into space. Martins gave a small laugh shaking his head and took a sip of his coffee. "When have you ever not?"

Balthazar. A feeling of rage that came from nowhere welled up inside of me. The plants around me swayed faster and faster as the anger welled up within me. But that power continues to squeeze me consistently, as if challenging me to fight harder. And deep inside I know, He can beat me so easily.

Irvin got offended and stood up in irritation. “Because it’s absurd,” Zadkiel murmured, shaking his head. “Oh yeah? Do you know what’s absurd? Your nails growing out of your fingers in a pointed shape like you’re some beast. Your heartbeat increasing and the urge to kill someone. Your body going through a cycle of pain once every month and in your case every once or twice a year as well!” Irvin spat, stomping away from Zadkiel who was sitting there in shock. “How do you know?” He asked, mumbling.

Another hearty laugh echoed inside Phil's head as he winced from the loud volume. "Okay boy. I will only tell you this once so you better listen. The sigil of cruelty is a supernatural power that is inside every people. Yes, you heard me right, every people, and even some rare precedence it could be found in some animals as well. Although normal people can't willfully activate the sigil, its existence of it is still there. Since you are a holder of a seed, the sigil of cruelty acts as another form of battery for you. The sigil expands your energy limit by another 100 points for now."

He looked up at the narrow window above as the moonlight poured in. Wounded and enraged, every inch of him screamed like a cornered animal, unpredictable and uncontrollable. The more they pushed, the more savage he became. “You’re all about to learn what real strength looks like,” he rasped, each word dripping with the primal force clawing its way to the surface.