superpowers · awakening · chaos · isolation · power fantasy · urban fantasy · supernatural · chosen one · transformation · fear
*Chaos swallows the school the moment the mafia bursts into the gym. Screams echo off the walls. Then I see them—they’ve grabbed Elara, my best friend, and shoved her forward as a shield. Desperation claws at my throat. I charge from behind, aiming for a blindside, but one of them turns and smashes me to the ground like I’m made of glass. I’m sprawled on the floor, tasting blood and hatred, staring up at these monsters who treat people like toys. That’s when it happens—a pressure in my chest, a roar in my ears, and a violent, radiant beam of pure energy erupts from my body, tearing through the air. My Awakening. And in the stunned silence that follows, I feel the weight of distant, calculating eyes. The government is watching. They saw everything.*