Hysterical Strength Novels & Stories

I said without looking at her. " Me ? How comes that ? If you are loosing your all sense after seeing me then you are a sick person. A mentally sick person. You need to consult a psychiatrist for your mental retardness . Not by showing your strength on a girl by locking her up. Weak men do like that , you are nothing but a weak man who only knows to raise your hands on girl to show your strength or may be you are an impotent whose mind goes......" Her each and every words came from mouth was like stabbing me on my heart. She doesn't even flinch while using those venomous words on me even after knowing it's after effects.

He doesn't know, no one knows what the future holds, but he knows that willpower is stronger than anything, even his sentiments. "I believe in her. She has the will to live."

I tell her and she looked surprised "I know you have a lot of questions and I promise I'll answer them all when you finish answering mine" I strike a deal with her and she nodded her head in agreement although she still looked like she was somewhere else and not with me "Okay my first question is that, recently I have been exhibiting unfathomable amount of strength and I don't know where it is coming from because I know that I am human so I don't understand why I've been having exhibiting an enormous amount of strength that I did not have before and it has been causing me sleepless night because it feels like I am not myself. The two occasions that had happened was when I tackled a full w

These moments of respite allowed her to recharge, to gather her strength and renew her resolve in the face of adversity. As the day of the ceremony drew nearer, Lisa's spirit remained steadfast, undeterred by Hera's relentless provocations. She knew that true strength lay not in succumbing to the bitterness of others, but in rising above it with unwavering grace. And so, she stood tall, her posture radiating a quiet confidence that Hera's petty attempts to undermine her could never extinguish.

“One shot can kill her.” One shot to the head. That’s all I need. One measly shot. I’m only ten yards away. I raise my gun and take the safety off, but the energy forcing me back makes my hands unsteady. Even with Ghost giving me strength, I can’t even aim straight. I could hit Bronx. Bronx snarls and wrestles with the deceptively strong hag until she pins him down. There’s something vaguely familiar about her high-pitched cackle. It doesn’t matter now. An old witch just out wrestled Bronx? I didn’t think that was possible.

“Oh yea. We did.” “I was testing your strength. Most amateurs get tired on the fourth floor. You didn’t even budge when we were on the twentieth floor.” That must have been due to her powers, because Lori remembered exactly how weak she was and used to be. “I really didn’t notice.” Myra nodded. “It’s okay. At least now we can conclude that super strength is definitely a power you have.” “We won’t be doing much today… since it’s your first day but I’d like to try something.”

He caught my wrist in a grip that felt like vise-hardened steel. He was faster. He was stronger. The exhaustion I thought I had exploited had vanished like a ghost, replaced by a terrifying, focused power that felt ancient. "What is this?" I gasped, struggling with all my Alpha strength to pull away. "You were failing! You were weak! I saw it!"

She quickly masked it, a stunning flash of rage crossing her face. "Do you think being a monster makes you strong, Agony?" She bit back, fury coming off her in waves. "Let me tell you what being strong really is. It's about seeing your father killed and wanting to curl into a ball of misery, but you keep going. It's about seeing all recognition of you disappearing from your mother's eyes until it breaks your heart, but you keep going. It's about traipsing half way around the world with a bunch of strangers who could kill you with one flick of their wrists, but you're needed so you keep going. That is what being strong is all about, not throwing your weight around, and killing everything you

He leaned in further, his voice dropped into a whisper that only I and his high-ranking companions could hear. "I don’t like anomalies, Elvira, in my pack, anomalies are vulnerabilities and I don’t tolerate vulnerabilities." "I’m not a vulnerability," I hissed, though my knees felt weak because i myself wasn't sure with what i am now with this weird strength and mark on my back. "I’m just a girl who’s tired of being bullied. If you want to know why I’m strong, maybe it’s because I’ve spent fourteen years learning how to push back against things much heavier than Priscilla."

"How do you know?" "Because I know you. I have known you for three years. You are the most stubbornly loyal person I have ever met. Do you really think some hypnotic suggestion from a dead madman is stronger than that?" A sound escaped Priya's throat that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob. "I do not feel very strong right now." "Strength is not about how you feel. It is about what you do. And right now, you are fighting back against something that was designed to be irresistible. That is strength."