Strength Unknown Novels & Stories

Kyle and Roman bolted from the room, with Kyle leading and Roman protecting him from behind. “Now I finally get my chance to squash the precious Ashton Turner, oops, my apologies, Ashton McKenzie”, Stuart said with smugness. “Well, at least you know my real name. Too bad you’re just as bad as your creator, I would have liked you a bit”, Ashton said to him, some sarcasm dripping from his tone. Be careful, Lina. These two have the super strength that you have and that’s their strongest point. So let’s take ‘em down in an unexpected way, Ashton thought at me.

That would be his perfect plan to get back at Zayn for the humiliation earlier! Unfortunately, his scheme was doomed to fail because he underestimated Zayn! As soon as he tried to push him, Shepard realized that the young man was completely immovable. How was that possible?!?! It was especially surprising because Shepard was a habitual weight-trainer who was stronger than most people! So how could he fail at making Zayn move? How did that make any sense?! He put even more strength into his push, but no matter how hard he tried, Zayn simply did not budge. Shepard felt so embarrassed! His face was flushed red! He could not believe what was going on—since when had Zayn been so strong? What?!?!

"So no one else knows your fighting style?" "There'll be lots of people who know of it, like martial arts masters for example. They'd probably still totally kick my ass if I had to fight cleanly against one. But I have yet to encounter a Strigoi who knows proper traditional martial arts hence I've been able to stay alive and relatively unscathed. I'd be in trouble if I met lots of opponents who were at my level of traditional martial arts." "Not to mention your bizarre pressure points technique. That really is unfair."

And that meant so much to me. “Davina,” he continued, “you keep thinking strength is about pushing until you break. But strength is knowing when to hold back. It’s not just brute force, it's control, It’s balance. Pain tolerance is admirable, but survival? That takes restraint.” I nodded slowly, as the words settled into my chest like a balm. I’d never been taught that. Not in my old pack. There, strength was just about who could hit harder or scream louder. Here, it was… something more.

“Is it true you’ve not done anything with your wolf?” “Yeah, besides shifting once. But I don’t think that really counts.” I grumble under my breath. I tighten my arms around him as much as his is around me and sigh. I take a moment to let myself soak up some of his strength, leaning on to the solid weight of him just as he lets me melt into him without a word of complaint. “We have to remedy that as soon as possible.” He says, and the brothers—except Killian—chord their approval. “That means you don’t know your strengths. Why have you never bothered about this?”

People define strength by the number of wins you have in every fight. Maybe it does. I hold my title as deadliest and strongest mafia because of my zero loss record. But this time, it hit me. I’m only strong for myself, not for others. No matter how many I take down, I simply can’t protect everyone. I clenched my jaw and gritted my teeth. My mind wanted me to move, but the others kept closing in. I helplessly looked at Mara. She struggled, as the stun gun slipped from her hand and clattered to the ground.

He concluded and threw his opponent down on the ground with great force such that he rolled away out of the drawn line. Roy stood and turned to face Stefan. He slightly bowed his head before him. Stefan was thrown into a muse by what his eyes just saw. He had thoughts within him about Roy but yet had no idea who he was. He thought of him as the neighbouring pack that were a few miles from his own pack but never thought he would be so strong with great ability. He was so confident in himself. Though Stefan was a little bit worried but the expression on his face gave off the impression that he was amazed. He did not know when he started clapping for Stefan and with time, the whole pack clapped

-Nickolas' POV- "Wait, I'm still confused, Nick. She's the most well-known female street fighter, and the second strongest street fighter in general and yet no one knows anything about her?" Jake asks, and I sigh in response, understanding his confusion and unhappy with the situation as well. "That and the fact that she's one of the only females in the face-offs. She's around our age but we can't be too sure, plus her partner is the strongest street fighter in the world." I replied, reading over the information that Jason had gathered not too long ago.

Something Only We Know Sebastian ‘Baste’ Paner was a jock of hotel services and master of client pampering, especially for rich old women. When his best friend who was running a dating agency enlisted his help to fulfill a dying woman's wish, the greedy Baste accepted the offer right away. Who wouldn't be anyway if you're bound to inherit a massive land in the province after her death? However, it wasn't as easy as Baste had initially thought. “When I called and told your orphanage that I want a family, I didn't mean I need a husband. I need a child,” clarified 61-year-old Valentina Geronimo who mistakenly dialed the agency instead of the orphanage.

An academy master with a weak strength could not help snorting and trembling slightly. Among the seven or eight people, not all of them were peerless Powerhouses, and some of them were weak.