Strength Unknown Novels & Stories

"He does. Of course, he does!" "No." My laugh was cold and sharp, my voice steady but cutting like glass. "I don't think he does." I let my eyes sweep across the room before landing squarely on Richard. "Because his father has no morals. And Tristan himself is shallow, greedy, and even ashamed of his own mother. I don't want my school tainted by people like that."

We wrestled fiercely, our bodies locked in a struggle that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth. I know what he did, he intentionally weakened me by injuring my ribs, because he knew that since I was young I knew how to swerve the last will of combat, even better than him, that was why he intentionally made me weak and bruise so that I won’t be able to pull my final stunts. I was frustrated, I should have known better that he would do anything to win whether it was cheating or hurting me.

Elisabeth's point of view: Elijah waited for me to get ready for my first day of training. For now, I decided to wear a black sports bra along with tight black sports pants and black comfy sneakers, and I tightened my hair into a messy bun. Now we are both ready to leave the palace and start training. I was informed earlier by Elijah that ' The Hybrid aka me ' is super powerful since it has the strength of both species but not their weaknesses. He also told me that in order to release all my potential, I have to know my hybrid. How...? By training, as I was told.

Logan mirrored my actions, settling down across from me, his large hands resting calmly on the table. I can't mark her," I managed to say, my voice heavy with frustration and despair. Logan understood exactly who and what I was talking about without me needing to explain. He was the only person who knew about my struggle to mark Denise. "I thought that two months away from her would make my wolf restless and the need to claim her overwhelming, but I couldn't," I confessed, my voice filled with self-doubt. "What kind of an Alpha am I if I can't..."

“Teach me something.” He studied me a moment, head tilted, like he was recalibrating something. “All right. Let’s start with the basics. Stance. Control. You don’t need to be in your wolf skin to pull on wolf strength—you just need to know how to ask for it without opening the whole door.”

Had Adrian's strength surpassed level nine? "Impossible," Kieron quickly denied that thought. Adrian just smiled mysteriously. He reached out his large hand and pressed down fiercely. With a sudden grasp of Kieron’s arms, he deprived Kieron of any possibility of avoiding him. Kieron’s arms felt like they were restrained by iron clamps, rendering him immobile in an instant. "Hya!" Adrian's voice rang out as he exerted force. A tremendous power burst forth from his body, transmitting through Kieron's entire body. Fortunately, Kieron was strong enough to withstand the blow without sustaining much harm.

Something tight and sour welled up deep in my chest. In werewolf and bear society, strength was the ultimate passcode. Fangs, claws, the ability to tear down a threat—that was the currency people respected. And me? A defective Omega without a wolf spirit? Even if I’d achieved things, even if I kept telling other Omegas how important intelligence could be… deep inside, that monster called insecurity never really loosened its grip. I wanted to be strong—wanted it so badly that I ran like a wound‑up machine that didn’t dare stop.

With a scream, I punched the two rogues at once and they went crashing to the ground. Immediately after my first attempt, my body weakened since I haven’t been training myself to handle the strength I possess. The moment I rise to my feet, I stumbled and fell to the wall which stopped me from landing on the floor. The rogues are now back on their feet and this time, they are looking more pissed than before. “I was told she’s an Omega with no wolf! Where did that strength come from?” He yelled at his partner who decided to pass his aggression to me.

It did not hinder with the quality of my task at hand, but Silver had to hear all those thoughts all the time and he didn’t really appreciate the noise. Alright. I used one hand to hold onto both wrists of Mathews, which came as a surprise for the daddyfucker. He always used to think that I lacked in the strength department. Only if he knew that I was an expert at keeping secrets. There were things even Dominic and Asphalt know about me. I placed my thumb on the neck of his and transferred all my power into it. “What are you doing?!” “You see Mat, your biggest mistake is to think that the only strength I have is affecting a person’s body. You shouldn’t have touched what belonged to me.”

Black flames flickered in his eyes once more as he lifted his hand and met Simon's fist with just a single finger. In an instant, the world seemed to freeze over. The wind stirred up by the force of Simon's fist died out on the spot as his fist hung mid-air. No matter how he tried to channel his inner energy and strength, he couldn't bring his fist any further forward. The strength of just one of Ashton's fingers is already an impenetrable obstacle for him. "How is this possible…" Simon was an S-ranked expert who focused on cultivating his physical strength. It was something he was exceedingly confident in. Even if it'd been Cadence whom he went up against, as long as he could get near enoug