Hidden Powers
  • MGA BUMASA 51,597
  • Mga Boto 2,097
  • Mga Parte 35
  • Oras 6h 12m
  • MGA BUMASA 51,597
  • Mga Boto 2,097
  • Mga Parte 35
  • Oras 6h 12m
Ongoing, Unang na-publish Jan 24, 2014
" Who are you ", I asked as my eyes fell upon a hooded figure. Black eyes peaked out from under the hood and I swear they were smiling.

" Your worst nightmare", the figure hissed and he sent, the figure was definitely a male, jets of hot red fire right at my face. "

When Jennifer Ashton was accepted to Talentos High, she was not thrilled. Instead she was dreading the day when she would have to tell her world her secret. She is different from her kind where most her age had discovered their ability or power, she hadn't. As she enters Talentos High a school for the next generations of heroes and ability specialists, she doesn't know how she will fit in being a powerless freak. 

Little does she know that usually the weakest or different are usually the strongest  out of everyone. Jen must learn to be strong and learn how to use her gift or it might be too late... for everyone.
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Children of the Dead cover
Phia's Fragile and Fantastic Fingers || ONC 2023 cover
Endless Love cover
The Poison Prince cover
Hybrid: The Awakening cover
The Last Dragon cover
He Was A Ten cover
The Elemental Heroes cover
different (Trilogy: BOOK 1) ✔ cover
Danger, Dragons, and Darkness ꧁ Completed ꧂ cover

Children of the Dead

50 Parte Kumpleto

Enver Williams is leading on a normal life but that is all ripped away from her when she is taken from her home town. When Enver comes to realize that there are others like her in more ways than one, she is determined to free herself and her newfound friends from the physiological torment of her closely supervised enclosure. ••• "Do I make you nervous, Enver?" Another idiotic question. "Wouldn't the man who kidnapped you and threatened to kill you make you nervous?" I snap at him. He only smiles an odd, crooked grin. I can make that disappear. "Wouldn't a murder make you nervous?" Now it's my turn to pull the strings. He looks at me with hurt in his eyes. "How many times do I have to say it?" He pauses, I guess hoping for some sort of mercy in my eyes, "I didn't kill her." "Liar!" I shout. "Why won't you believe me?!" "Would you believe yourself?" "It wasn't me who shot her," he sits on a stool, resting his elbows on his knees. "Then how do you know she was shot?" "I saw it. I saw him kill her," his voice was riddled with such pure vulnerability and pain it begged me to believe him. "Who?" I try to sound sympathetic, but it comes out as scared. Maybe, subconsciously, I am scared.