Strength Unknown Novels & Stories

Liam immediately tried to get up, however Gary's powerful attack had left him very weak, so he couldn't get up, he could hardly move his feet and hands. Struggling against the aftermath of Gary's powerful attack, Liam tried to push himself to his feet with absolute determination, his muscles trembling with effort. Yet, despite trying his hardest to get to his feet, weakness ran through his body, rendering unable to stand up. Gary's attack was not a Normal one, it was more than a dozen times more powerful than that of a very trained martial artist.

Yman shook his head slightly to get rid of the quarreling duo in his mind. Well too bad that his defective deity was not with him at the moment. So he couldn't use his useless skills. And in terms of attributes alone, he could surmise that he was below in all aspects. At the moment, he only had 2 Strength, 2 Vitality, and 1 Agility. He let a sigh escape from his mouth and about to leave when... "Hey, Hey, Frogman!" Called out from one of Kiko's friends. "Frogman?" Someone among the surrounded trainee repeated.

Strong boys don’t cry. Those words echoed faintly in his memory, though he misunderstood them completely. Strength was never meant to mean silence, but in Kane’s mind, strength meant suffering quietly. Another wave of discomfort surged through his body, stronger this time. His breath hitched. His fingers trembled. He pressed his face harder into the pillow, biting down to keep from making noise.

I grab it with a begrudging huff. “You’re strong,” I mutter, unable to keep the grudging respect out of my voice. “I get that a lot,” he says with a wink. I can’t help the flicker of embarrassment that creeps up my neck. I underestimated him. Just because his wolf is weak doesn’t mean he is. His strength is obvious now in his stance, in his reflexes. Every move he makes is packed with technique and control. He’s honed his body like a weapon. He’s earned it.

When we finally returned to the clearing, I collapsed onto the grass. Kaiden didn’t. He stood over me, arms crossed. “You’re not broken,” he said. I stared up at the brightening sky. “That’s reassuring.” “You’re out of rhythm,” he continued. “There’s a difference.” That silenced me. He finally crouched beside me. “You think strength is constant,” he said. “It’s not. It fluctuates. It adapts.” “And if it doesn’t?” I asked quietly. “Then we force it to.”

I needed to convince Bryan that we needed to complete the bond for me to become stronger. However, there was a chance that he wouldn't believe me. I had no way to prove that theory. Even though he was my mate, he couldn't detect my strength. Nobody else could detect my strength either, so it didn't surprise me. I was an anomaly among lycans. Ugh, this all sucked.

The stranger threw his sword up, climbing the monkey bar and pouncing on Kenan in the process. With Kenan on the floor, the stranger pulled on his arm, twisting it to the other side, hitting the arm, completely paralyzing it. “AH!” Kenan yelled, that was his weak spot. “Shit!” Aidan and Dwayne ran to the training ground together, getting swords and attacking the stranger. “You're breaking the rules!” The stranger yelled, throwing them acupressure pins, sending them into paralysis. “The fuck!” Aidan yelled out while I smirked.

He spun rapidly, charging into me and knocking me onto the mat in a heap. I ignored the ache in my head as it hit the mat and kept going. I kneed him in the stomach and used his momentary distraction to roll on top of him, grabbing his hands and pinning them to his sides, sitting on his legs. Liam didn't fight me, even though we both knew he was five times stronger than I was. He could have easily overthrown me. That's why I had to learn to use momentum instead of brute strength while fighting—I was too weak to be considered dangerous otherwise.

He could not believe this fact. All the audience below the stage were shocked as well. The eight great families knew each other fairly well. Even though the Stoermers of Michigan was just a branch family, they were in the list of their concerns as well. Everyone knew Conor Stoermer was the next patriarch of the Stoermers and the level of his martial arts: he was at half step to Earth rank. However, he could not withstand a punch from Alex. Then, how strong was Alex? He seemed to be much younger than Tristan!

I twisted his arm in a direction I knew it wasn't made to go, making him groan in pain. Marvelled by my mysterious strength but still thankful for it, I kicked him in the knee and he backed away, squatting to hold his the spot where I hit. Shock enveloped Malachi as he hadn't know me to have such strength. He had thought it would have been an easy task to take me for himself. I didn't bother to continue fighting Malachi because I didn't trust myself since the mysterious strength was sudden and it could leave anytime, I didn't want to put myself in more danger.