More Powerful Word Than Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It makes you do crazy things, things you probably shouldn’t do. The opposite of love is hate. Hate is a feeling we all know and some of us encounter it on a daily basis. It makes you cold and unfeeling, it crushes your soul and changes who you are. If you allow it in, hate can be more powerful than love. It’s easier to hate than to love. Up to this point I’ve never hated anyone and I had plenty of reasons to hate, to be angry, to want more, to expect more. Being driven is not a bad thing, unless the drive inside of you takes over, because then, you lose yourself to it.

Even if I could speak every language on Earth and in heaven, it would mean nothing without love, I’d just be making noise. If I had the ability to predict the future, understood all mysteries, knew everything there is to know, and had such strong faith that I could move mountains, but lacked love, then I’d be nothing at all. If I gave away all my possessions to help the poor or even gave my body as a sacrifice, I could claim to be selfless, but without love, it would all be meaningless. Love is patient and kind. It doesn’t envy, brag, act arrogantly, or behave rudely. It doesn’t insist on getting its own way. Love isn’t easily angered and doesn’t keep track of wrongs. It doesn’t find joy in

“Violet talks about you often, about how innocent you are. But let me tell you something—love is for the weak, and I am not weak.” His words caught me off guard. “So you don’t love Violet?” I asked, my concern for my sister bubbling to the surface. He met my gaze, shaking his head slightly. “This world runs on power. Love makes you vulnerable, and I can’t afford that. Violet is my mate, and with her, my strength doubles. But love? I don’t even know what it means.” “But Violet loves you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Women express love in their own way,” he replied nonchalantly. “She’ll have everything she could ever want. The world is hers, and that should be enough.”

“Love? Is that what you call this pathetic bond between you two? Love is a weak emotion. It will be your downfall. It is no match for the power I wield!” I had felt that way one time. That love was a weak emotion. How wrong I had been. Evelina’s love made me stronger, better, resilient. And I was about to prove this prince of hell wrong and end him.

It's a matter of learning what will push you to that point. I've spilled blood. Out of luck or whatever anyone wants to call it. This crusade is fueled by love. A pretty, sparkling, soft emotion, capable of wreaking more havoc than hate. Hate can't dig under the skin the way love does. It doesn't alter your cells or spark chemistry. You'd bleed for someone you love, never someone you truly hate. But hate holds a dark power of its own. And right now, both hate and love are driving my decisions.

"Don't talk about love that way, it's more than that. Love is beautiful, amazing, love is all we will ever need." "You give so much power to love," Eric said. "And why don't you?" "What does love mean to you?" Emma asked, staring at Eric intensely for his answer. "I can't give a right answer to that but I feel we give so much power to an emotion we can control." "We can't control love, how we feel for someone. If we could no one would fall in love with the wrong person." Eric's words gave Emma a ick. She had never seen someone speak like this about love.

“Just long enough to make him mine… or break him completely until we achieve our aims.” Mother stared at me for a long time before whispering, “You sound like you hate him.” I met her eyes, smiling faintly. “I don’t hate him. I just don’t love him. There’s a difference.” “And what difference is that?” “Hate is messy,” I said softly. “Love is weak. But control…” I let my hand rest on my abdomen again, pretending to cradle something that wasn’t there, “...control is power. And Liam is about to give me plenty of it.”

"What… what is this power?" he stammered. "It's the power of love," I said firmly. "Love for my mate, my pack, and my people. And I won't let you destroy that." Oxacr sneered at me. "Love is weakness, Anelia. You'll never be strong enough to rule without me." "I don't need you to rule," I said, stepping forward. "I have the support of my pack and my mate, and together, we will bring peace to this land."

“Then enlighten me, little wolf. What does love do?” “It makes you stronger together.” Eli’s words were simple, stated with the absolute certainty only children possess. “Mama loves Papa. Papa loves Mama. They both love me. That doesn’t make them weak or make them have to pick. It makes them stronger when they’re all together. That’s what love does.” The artifact at my throat suddenly blazed with light. Not the painful heat it had been producing lately, but something else. Something warm and pure that resonated with Eli’s words. The light expanded, surrounding all four of us in a gentle glow.

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.