Novel & Cerita Powerless

Jaxon’s POV "Take the pills, Jaxson. You’re gray. You look like you’re already dead." I didn't look at my trainer. I didn't even acknowledge he was in the room. I just stared at the two white tablets sitting in the palm of my scarred, calloused hand. They were small, innocent-looking things, but they were the only reason I could still stand upright. They were the only reason my spine didn't feel like it was being fed through a woodchipper every time I took a stride on the ice.

“That’s common. Weak men hide behind force.” My chest tightened, but I didn’t interrupt. “Real power,” he went on, turning back to me, “is invisible until it’s too late to fight it.” He tapped one screen, isolating a network diagram that branched like veins. “This,” he said, “is influence. Companies, governments, banks. They don’t move independently. They respond to pressure.” He looked at me then, truly looked. “And so do people.” I shifted in the chair, my fingers curling against the armrest. “So how do I do it? How do I find the power?”

To be free to lope through the forest under the full moon. Can you imagine what it would feel like to be so powerful? I reply, relieved that we’re on the same page for once. I’ve never felt powerful in my life. It would be nice to know what that’s like… at least once. We’re powerful in at least one way. My conscience proclaims, ever the optimist when I’m trying to feel down on myself. We made a baby. We’re growing Damian’s pup. If that’s not power, what is?

powerless. A soft, pleasant hand draped over my shoulder blade, feeling Her presence by having beside me. |You can. You are not useless and powerless, Dameta. You have been able to turn back time so many times, even without encantation. That also meant that you can develop your abilities well even without it.| Her mellow voice was like a skylark that sang first thing in the morning. It was melodious that participated in the gentle breeze. I could almost listen to Her all day if She allowed me to.

I bent down and looked into his eyes as his brows meet together while staring into mine. This time, I used my power which I only do once against the enemies. I say, "Tell me what I am?" I waited for a while and he just stared at me seriously. After a while, he spoke, "Only you can tell who you are, Sophia." I stopped and went back to my desk. My powers didn't work on him and that only means one thing. I asks, "You're not human, am I right?" And he responded, "You're not human either."

I couldn't keep hearing her saying all those things. Hasn't he done enough already? After what happened before I would have never thought she would appear in any of our life's ever again, but I guess I was wrong. Oh, how wrong I was. No one can stop him. He is too powerful. Even if I had told them they wouldn't be able to help me anyway. They can't do anything. They are as powerless as me. That I get to see that. Carefully I leaned back on my sofa and reached up to touch the sore place on my neck were the

I didn't mean it like that Me: how did you mean it then He didn't answer right away. The typing bubble came and went twice before anything landed. Him: Ivy, I'm on your side. always. i just know how these things work Me: You keep saying that. how these things work. like you know something i don't Him: i don't know anything you don't I read the whole exchange again from the top, slower this time, the same cold feeling from a few nights ago creeping back in, sharper now, harder to explain away as tiredness or imagination.

Jenna POV A week had passed since I killed the Rogue King. I still carried the heavy burden of what I had done. Adam wished I had not done what I did, but I honestly do not see any other way we could have achieved destroying him. I still missed having my powers. Adam keeps encouraging me to try and use them, but I am fearful to try and then have them not work. For now, I am living with not knowing. It helps that something that would benefit from my healing powers has not occurred either.

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