Mertuaku Yang Perkasa Novels & Stories

her words made me realize how weak she thought of me, I was weak and vulnerable but not anymore, I was strong enough to retaliate back this time, “Watch your mouth, miss cakey face, I believe the power of my love and I know you’re trying to dodge me, it won’t happen to me this time, I will fight back with him, I won’t let us loose at any cost,”

she says forcefully. “You’re meant to be the strong one,” snaps Morrtemis. “Hey! I am strong, but you try containing the power of two Gods while one of them has gone nuclear, while also trying to stop the natural effects of a black hole and then let’s see how you fair!” Merlos snaps belligerently. Morrtemis makes a face, crossing her arms over her chest, “You don’t have to bite my head off,” she mumbles, earning an eye roll from Merlos.

Lao and Peruh walked over to him. "What's going on?" Peruh asked with a puzzled look. "Don't you think it's beautiful, yet pitiful? Look at what love reduced such a powerful witch to." Jum chuckled. "Kurt is no easy fry either. And even more dangerous than you in his berserk mode. That was why I activated the net. I couldn't handle him alone." Lao pointed out. There was respect in his voice which annoyed Jum. "Are you saying his berserk is more powerful than mine?"

A silent message that I understood all too well. Find your strength. Believe in yourself. As I stared back at Zaza, I could feel the fire rekindling within me, the embers of my power stirring once more. Maria might think she had won, that she held all the cards, but she had made a grave mistake. She had underestimated the bond between us, the unbreakable will that would see us through this trial. Maria could try to tear us apart, to break us down, but she would never succeed. We were stronger than she realized, and soon, she would see just how powerful we truly were.

Protectiveness and frustration whirled around me in a dangerous dance, making the air thick and heavy. "How dare you,” I shot back, my voice slicing through the air with sharpness and unwavering determination. "They have fought and endured hardships that would shatter most. They are not just a pack to me; they are my family, bound by loyalty and unyielding unity. I refuse to stand idle while you undermine their indomitable strength. I offer you a glimmer of hope, a chance for redemption, and yet you have the nerve to label my pack as weak!"

It was the mark of the Soul. Standing right beside him, acting as an impenetrable human shield, was Marcus. Marcus’s broad shoulders were squared against the wind, his stance rooted to the concrete like an ancient oak tree. His own aura was dense, a heavy, kinetic pressure that screamed of raw Uwezo—unyielding physical power.

”We are made by them so we can be the invincible army of Waku-Waku. “Why should they? Our members are just enough, right?” “Don’t you know? They are just pathetic weaklings that even can’t be a match for Herman, the weakest one of their party. “ “Then? What’s the difference with you?” “Did you forget what happened in your first class? We were asked to quantify your power, right?” “Then?” “By quantifying it, we can set a power so we can be stronger than our opponents.” “So, in other words, you can manipulate your own power to be stronger than your opponents in terms of the damage they give to you, right?”