Your Abilities Are Mine Novels & Stories

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.

Gabriella sits still as can be as her eyes glance out the window and then back at me. “Did you do that?” she asks. I nod in reply. “Can every God do that?” “It’s one of my specific gifts. See, for the most part, our gifts overlap, but then there are specific abilities that are unique to us and define who we are.” “And yours is lightening?” “It’s one of them,” I say tentatively. “What’s another?” Oh, this should go great. “I have the power to rip through the very fabric of existence,” I deadpan.

“I’m still feeling a little weak, but I’m glad to be back as well.” “You should rest some more,” I told her.“I’ll be okay until you are feeling better. I’ve gotten used to not having my abilities.” “That’s because you don’t need the abilities to be amazing,” she breathed.“You are strong enough without them. I’m so proud of you, my girl.”

"You know... being a deity. You said that you are the Goddess of Gallant and Retribution. How does it work?" My lips formed an 'O', getting what he was trying to mean. "Oh, that?" I stroked my chin. "Well, you know that my ability possesses the remarkable capacity to instill a sense of heroism in others, including myself, and serves as a formidable force when confronted with adversaries, right?" He nodded. "To actuate my abilities, I need to chant an incantation." "As you said, this setup of ours." He crossed his arms over his chest. "The retribution part... is your doing?" He arched his eyebrow, confirming his theory.

He stuttered. “Don’t go close to it, days of thirst won’t kill the thing. I told you, it’s a freak.” Barry hissed at him. Was this guy delusional? It was my wolf that gave me supernatural abilities. Without my connection to her I was almost as weak as a normal human. “What do we do with it now?”

“Please, tell me what’s happening.” My fingers trembled as I lifted the silver moonstone, letting it catch the crimson light of the red moon bleeding through the temple’s dome. “I’m so sorry, Selene,” I whispered, voice shaking. “But I have to steal your ability. That’s the nature of my gift… it’s what I was born to do.” She blinked at me, disbelief warping her already pale face. “What are you talking about?” she cried, desperate. “I don’t have any ability for you to steal! My wolf sleeps through everything—I’m nothing!”

Why I was a born as a girl? They say I'm weak. They say not I'm not strong enough. Because I'm q girl.... Have a useless power. I can sense something that i know. I can make a duplica to my self and of course i can copy an living creature identity

I answered. “Good. If we know where they are, we can move the focus to that area. I can’t do a barrier like you, but Alex can. Don’t forget that we will have three others that will have abilities of their own. Don’t try to depend on just your powers. I also noticed you can hold on to abilities that aren’t yours, like how you did with my lightning. Do you know if that is the same for all powers?” “I don’t know. I just know I can absorb energy. Your lightning felt like energy.” I responded.

“If whoever told you that I have abilities or a special gift, as you call it, knew what they were telling you, then, they would have also known this so-called ‘gift’ comes and goes at will. I have no control over it and I definitely I see no value in it.” The muscles in Nevi’s jaw loosened and his body visibly relaxed, “Tell me.” “Tell you what?” I demanded. Now, I was growing annoyed. “About your gift,” he replied, ignoring the snippy tone in my voice. “I was born with the ability to sense or know things about people.” I shrugged. “Things?” he asked. “Things,” I said. “Like if the person is lying or telling the truth or if the person is in danger or not. Things. Like I said, it comes and go