Strength Book Novels & Stories

The Shaper stepped closer with a calm and focused gaze. “Instability will be corrected.” Out of desperation, Dax slammed into the barrier again. Nothing happened. He struck harder with all his might. Still, the barrier did not break. “Get away from her!” he roared. The ground surged upward once more, holding not just his legs, but his torso as well. This time, the structure didn’t just lock him in place—it adapted to his strength, squeezing him with every movement he made. He couldn’t break Not like this.

FIA Flashback I heaved the weighty training sword, assuming the first stance with readiness. Despite my efforts to steady my knees and hands, they still quivered occasionally under the burden of the sword's heaviness. Due to my petite arms, lifting and maneuvering the sword proved to be quite challenging for me. "Get accustomed to the weight," my mentor advised, as he always did. The foundation of my physique needed to be unwavering. I had to possess the strength to strike, strike, and strike again without succumbing to exhaustion. This was my initial lesson to forge my own strength.

I chuckled as they nodded their heads with a forced smile and went back to groaning in pain. I left them to regain their strength and walked back to where I had dropped the sceptre to check their strength level. The sceptre was indeed special in that not only can it add to one's strength but can also help to know what type and level of strength was acquired. I picked it up to see that all of them had risen by a level.

“Not a problem.” “You’ll do everything I tell you to?” He leaned forward, towering over me. “Yes.” I held my ground. “Even if you don’t see how it relates?” Bryan continued. “Because there’s a lot of strength training and endurance building you’ll need to do. It’s not all sparring. Working proper forms into your muscle memory can be tedious.” “I can work through tedium.” I wasn’t just saying that. My Hoax Files proved I could do tedious things. He studied me for a moment, then looked down in concentration.

When the boulders hit this shield, they would disintegrate. At this moment I immediately leaped forward, my muscles bulging as I exerted strength into every part of my body. Easily I slashed all the boulders which came my way and Lisa's. It was as if I was slicing my sword through butter and not boulders hard and heavy enough to crush a living human being. My ability was supernatural strength which allowed my achieve physical feats which normal humans cannot achieve.

I’m punching him in the back hard, but Cree is built like a rock. “Calm down, sweet cheeks,” He chuckles. That pisses me off more. My efforts are useless. What did it take to hurt an alpha? A boulder? I thought about it for a second, then I thought, na, how can my petite ass lift a fucking boulder?

And I would prove it. But maybe I should work on my physical strength a little bit. So with a loud shout, I ran towards Adrian with the stick and swung it right at his head. The stick stopped mid-air. Adrian had caught it with his hand. He looked at me with one raised eyebrow. "Work with your body, dove. When you swing with your arm, the strength has to come from your core muscles. You don't just hit me with your arm, but with your abs as well. It's more about movement than strength." Adrian explained.

"Show us what you've got." Ray walked over and casually lifted a treadmill with one hand. He tossed it into the air and caught it again, as if it weren't a machine weighing hundreds of pounds but a ping-pong ball. A powerhouse indeed. One of them laughed. "Bro, that's not just a powerhouse. We call that a warrior-type—high defense, lots of health, and huge strength. Just like a warrior in an online game." Heh. A bunch of gaming addicts. Ray didn't argue. Instead, he asked, "With my level of strength, what kind of treatment can I get?"

I don’t want to undo all the progress I have made so far. So gentle strength training is what I have been doing. Walking on the treadmill, cycling, working my lower body. No real weight training until my ribs are completely healed, but I can do the lighter weighted dumb-bells without overly straining myself. God, I do feel like a weakling, but I know I will get there. I lay panting on the mat, sweat trickling down my chest. My legs are aching and my heart is pounding. A good workout, even if I have only being doing it for a couple of hours. But still Rome was not built in a day and I am a work in progress. I will be punching, kicking and rolling around in no time.

“You won’t know if you don’t try.” Yet Ben rolled his eyes at her. “I thought that I couldn’t break it either. But I did,” he said. “Give it a try, Sis. Don’t you realize that the rock isn’t as heavy as you thought it was while you’re carrying it? That’s because your strength is no longer an ordinary person’s strength. You have the body of a martial artist now!” Here, Ben paused for a while before continuing, “Sis, do you know that a person who is truly strong is the one who doesn’t flinch before a tiger, and even thinks of a tiger as an ant!”