Strength Unknown Novels & Stories

Why is karma such a sucker? Nick ran the opposite direction and hid behind a boulder with chains strapped around it. Unluckily, the chains were enchanted and trapped him. The skeletal creature came, spreading its arms and bringing its crooked fingers toward Nick's face. Closer... Closer... It came.

Brad belonged to CrescentMoon, so I guess we would be on opposite sides. All the trials focused on four main areas: Strength, Speed, Survival, and Strategy. The four dreadful S’s. I have good running speed in human form. Of course, I couldn't compete as a wolf, so I enrolled only in the human categories. I also have good killing and survival instincts, and I was as resourceful as my dad. The only thing working against me is that I have the strength of a soft plush bunny. Even though I worked out regularly, I didn't have stamina, and compared to any pup I was weaker than any un-shifted wolf. I was so embarrassing.

"As the story goes, mom’s male mistress hit me so hard as I bit his lower leg that it caused me to have a weakness here at the left arm. I have a broken bone here that couldn’t be fixed anymore, it's a flaw in my bravery." "Are you for real? I never noticed you having a weak spot on your left arm up until now. Even if you fight, carry your weights, and do manly actions. Also, why did not anyone tell me about it?" "Of course, I am still maintaining my strongest strength, but deep inside I feel emptiness and inadequate robustness. Only a trusted person knows this because, as an Alpha, I need to protect my weakness. If not, then the unfavorable opponent would gladly target it."

I stomped down hard on his foot. Damian didn’t even flinch. “Not bad,” he mused before sweeping my legs out from under me. I hit the mat with a breathless oof. Pain shot up my spine, but I swallowed my groan, staring up at him. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes. Amusement? Frustration? Maybe both. “You have good instincts,” he admitted. “But instincts won’t save you if you don’t have the strength to back them up.”

Understands it. “Yes, sir.” The line cuts. Good. Now— I focus. The restraints are reinforced at three points: wrist, elbow, and back brace. Overbuilt. Which means they expect brute force. So I don’t give it to them. I shift my weight slightly, aligning my wrist with the weakest angle in the lock mechanism. Pressure builds. Slow. Controlled. The metal resists. Of course it does. But resistance— isn’t permanence. Crack.

Her energy was overpowering. It was similar to James’ energy when he was at his strongest, perhaps even stronger. The Thunder King wore a solemn expression. He had heard about Thea before and looked into her a little. Thus, he knew Thea was a martial artist but had lost her strength for unknown reasons. He never expected her to be this strong.

If Dan was telling the truth, then his nephew must be a monster like he was! “First and foremost, the one you call a sissy is stronger than you,” Mane gently lifted up his finger and said. The laughter ceased, and Lam looked at Mane in gratitude. He thought that Mane was trying to make him feel better. What he didn’t know was that Mane wasn’t lying. Although the boy in front of him looked muscular and strong, he was actually weak. Well, he was okay, but Lam was stronger. Lam’s strength and agility stats surpassed the boy’s by 0.3 and 0.4 points respectively, but his stamina was poor. However, it seemed that it wasn’t the boy who was weak, but Lam who was strong. The three other boys behind t

"How is that possible? Why is his body so strong? His energy and blood are so powerful and hot like the oven of heaven and earth!" It was a surprise to Tristram because as a level four royal paragon and the prince of barbaric, he could not achieve that. Severin did not care about Tristram. He balled up his fist, gathered all of his strength, and punched it at the Infinite Strength Monument. A loud thud sound resounded throughout the city. Immediately, the crowd saw the monument shimmering with sky-soil light.

"A conduit to the end." The words struck me like a physical blow. A conduit? A vessel? My stomach lurched with the notion. I'd spent my entire life feeling weak, only to learn that I possessed a strength I didn't understand. And now they're telling me it's not mine at all? "That's not true," I answered, shaking my head. "You're lying." The stranger moved closer, their presence smothering. "Am I? Kyara, have you ever wondered why your strength feels so foreign? Why is it constantly out of your control? It's because it does not belong to you. It belongs to me.

I turned on instinct, only to find myself facing a chest. He stood about six-four, his frame carrying a kind of strength that didn’t need to show off. It was not the wild, inflated kind you see at gyms, this was controlled strength, the slightly slender quiet type that could break you without a sound. I swallowed and shifted slightly, glancing behind him. The door was shut. Ruthless was gone. My stomach dropped. I closed my eyes, nails digging into my palms as I muttered a silent prayer. I was with half hope, and half desperation.