Strength Unknown Novels & Stories

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.

The last thing we expected was for her to grab his dick, but she did, and his face reflected the pure torture he felt. She turned her hand, and he shot off her. Just looking at it made me hurt. The guys in the crowd gasped. She jumped on him and kept hitting him. He was almost in tears, and he tapped out. My jaw fell to the floor. Did he seriously just tap out? I hadn't seen him tap out once in all the time I have been here. This guy was almost as big a deal as Liam. The last guy only took her a second to take down. I mean, come on! A fly could take him down. The guy in charge announced her as Cobra. That actually does fit her fighting style. She has strong, sharp, and fast movements.

Furthermore, he took the lead among the group of four, which meant that he was definitely the strongest. In addition, when Mitchell tried to sense Andrius, Clarissa, and the Turtle Sage’s strength, he found that they had no martial aura at all. This made Mitchell even more certain. The strength of Andrius and his companions was mediocre at best and could be controlled easily. Unbeknownst to him, Noir was just the weakest among the four. After all, although a Martial Saint and Divine Step expert were one level apart, and a Martial God and Martial Saint were also one level apart, it was simply incomparable.

As the seconds stretched, I held onto his hand as if it were a lifeline, a lifeline to a truth that had remained hidden for too long. His immense strength was undeniable, a quality that I had come to recognize in him. It was evident that he wasn't a person one could easily manage; his presence commanded attention and respect. What intrigued me, even more, were the myriad of bruises that adorned his body like marks of his battles. These marks told a story of his tenacity and an unconventional strategy, for it was apparent that he allowed his adversaries to harm him deliberately. It was a deliberate choice, a calculated move to absorb their blows, as though he believed that by withholding his

“Just for that?” “Yes.” Professor Sloane takes a sip of her own coffee. “W-why?” “It’s a hobby of mine… it seemed like you’d have the perfect physique for it.” She says plainly. There is no hint of a lie in her statement but how would I know? What if she’s just good at lying? “I see…” Another sip of my coffee and silence. “I heard you’re failing Combat Mastery. Is there a reason why?” “Well, everyone is stronger than me.” I laugh, “You should have seen my file already, I was born with a weak constitution. I knew I was weak but I didn’t think I wouldn’t be able to do anything against another Alpha in my age group.”

I would rather have them explain things to me slowly and clearly. The course consisted of a climbing frame that went higher and higher until you reached a large iron rod or bar which I assumed was about seven feet high, from which you had to swing yourself onto a trampoline placed some distance away from it, to finally land on a rubber platform. Well... I was not prepared for this, it was only the first day, but they seemed to want us to push our strengths, maybe it only looked intimidating and was meant to test the courage of the mind. I still sucked at climbing frames and that wasn't going to help.