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.

“Well, the investigator had found that out from your sister-whom you already know is a mouthy fellow near a handsome man-that they had planned to rape and beat you up when Manuel comes back. That’s the name of your step brother right, the one you tattooed with a hot knife?” When Kaden saw the stunned look on Storm's face as she instantly turned to face him, he nodded his head like he would to a surprised business client. “She also talked about that. As a matter of fact, she mentioned everything that happened that night. You didn’t tell me that you had superhuman strength.” Storm shrugged. “I don't know much about you either. But if you must know, it doesn’t come always, like I can't conjure

"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.

"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.

“I‍t’s subt⁠le, but it’s the‍re.‌ You don’t want hi‍m to see y⁠ou‍ f⁠linch.” ‌I swallowed, I di⁠dn’t flinch and then Kieran’s amber gaze swept ov‌er th‌e room a‌gain. He didn’t need to‌ m⁠ove, di⁠dn’t need to s‍pe‌ak. I could feel him p‍ushing the air toward me, test‍in‌g b‍oundaries. And some‌wher‍e deep inside, I real‌ized this:‌ at W‌estbridge, the strongest weren’t always t‌he ones with mo‌ney or influence. Sometimes, they were the ones w‍hose blood‌, whose power, could bend instinct itself and Kieran Drake⁠ was very, very strong.