More Powerful Word Than Love Novels & Stories

Love was nothing compared to what he felt for her. It was a feeling beyond description, a force that transcended the boundaries of human language and understanding. Love, in all its intensity and passion, paled in comparison to the power that coursed through his veins. It was as though his soul had been forged with hers in the same fire, his heart beating to the same primal rhythm as hers. They were two halves of a whole, their connection unbreakable, their bond unshakable.

"The power of the Ouroboros is with me." She chuckled, her laugh echoing chillingly. "That old relic? It's been weakened over the ages. Do you really think it can stand up to raw, unfettered power?" "Power isn't just about raw strength," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "It's about purpose, conviction, and love." She raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. "Love? You think love will save you?" I nodded. "I do. Because I've seen what it can do. I've felt it. Love is more powerful than any magic you can wield."

"Love. We told you before. Malthus strives up off chaotic power, he has no idea there is another form of power that is even stronger than that. The power of love. That will be your strength and his weakness." "And how am I supposed to use love to get to him?" "Love is the one thing he cannot mimic, cannot corrupt nor consume. He thrives on anger, fear, and every other emotion but love. So love is poison to his kind." "Am I supposed to love him or what exactly are you talking about?" I glared at them. "To wield love is not to whisper sweet words or offer softness, Mighty one. It is to bear your bond, your devotion, and your passion. This is the chain that will hold him in place. That way, he

he spat, as if the idea of love offended him entirely. I grabbed a hold of his chin and turned it toward me. He hissed in pain, but I did not relax my hold. I could already see the bruises forming, and it brought me great satisfaction. “Love is the most powerful emotion that people can have. It provides power beyond anything else. It makes us stronger not weaker. Do you love your son?” I asked.

We sat on the floor, gasping for air, and just a small amount of water got into our hair. I immediately thought of what he said; it's just like, he likes me and I like him, but it doesn't imply he loves me since, as far as I know, the term 'love' is different from 'like,' but the word love is still different because it's more truly lifted from the word 'love.' "What did you say before? The rain was so strong that I couldn't hear you." "Ha? A-Ahh, I-I didn't say anything--"

“The only reason I am able to stand here now and talk to you both is I am able to feed off of her power.” “What power?” The Alpha asks in a voice that sounds like the mixture of Apache and himself, fear for his daughter coating his words. “Her love for you…and you.” I purposely look at each of them. “The power of love is the strongest bond next to a mother’s true love for her child. Her mother may not have done things the right way, she still loved Tori.” Both are taken aback by what I have said. I see them catching on to what I am trying not to say out loud.

As if my heart suddenly has armor, even an axe or a knife can not hurt it. It turns out that being loved is what makes people strong.

"Why did you fall in love with such a terrible man? Why are you always so strong? He’s horrible to me, and horrible to you. He hardly ever comes to see you. You’re always alone…" My mom just hugs me tighter, patting my shoulder. "...My little Colin, listen carefully to what I’m about to say." I ask, "Mom...?" Her gentle voice surrounds me. I can feel her tears, as I notice the wetness on my shoulder where her cheek rests. "Love is the most powerful and magical force in this world. I wasn’t strong at first, but love—loving you, loving your father, loving the pack—made me stronger." I say, "But mom, dad doesn’t seem to love you... it seems like you’ve been the only one giving in this family."

I laid down back on the bed with my head, facing the empty ceiling as I remembered all of our romantic moments together. Love is powerful. It makes geniuses such fools, strong hands gentle, dark rooms glow. It makes a shy one bold, a coward courageous, an old man young. It is something that gives you strength and weakness at the same time. It is something that could bring out the best, and at times worst, out of someone. It is everything you hold dear and more. It is your heart, it is the core of everything. Yes, love is the core of everything you see around. Everything you are surrounded by is from love.

"I won't let you in." "You can't stop me," Kragoth said. "I'm older than your Moon Goddess. I'm stronger than your precious bonds." Laura felt the entity's power pressing against her mind. It was like being crushed by a mountain. But then she remembered something. Her mates. The way they looked at her and the way they loved her, their touches, sex. Silver light suddenly burst forth from her tattoos. Kragoth hissed and stepped back. "Impossible." "You're wrong," Laura said. "Love isn't weak. It's the strongest thing in the universe."