Strong Background Novels & Stories

This is a wolf fight and I have no business getting between them, the rest stop has cleared for a reason and if I weren't drunk, I would have picked up on it earlier. “Yes, a strong name with a strong title, like Luna or Enforcer. Titles need to be strong so we know not to fuck with them; the strongest title of all, though, has to be "Heir". The rogue lifts the shotglass up to his nose and winks before putting it down; his eyes flash yellow as he focuses on Ghost, neither has made a move to attack the other but I can feel it coming.

The earth shook beneath him as he struggled to regain his balance. “You may have power, Wendell,” I said, “but I have something you will never understand. I have loyalty, love, and the strength of my pack behind me.” With a roar, Wendell attacked me, his eyes blazing with fury. But I stood my ground, ready to face him head on. We clashed, each of us using all of our strength to gain the upper hand. Wendell was a formidable opponent, but I refused to back down. As we fought, I could feel Rhea vibrating in my chest. She was eager to join the battle, eager to sink her teeth into our enemy's flesh.

I noticed the other two warriors preparing themselves, and the whole area buzzed with anticipation once again. "Could it be that she was the one who shifted form last night under the moonlight?" one of the pack members wondered aloud. "She gave us that extra strength!" Extra strength? What were they talking about? "But she's an omega. How is this possible?" "How did she acquire such power?" I heard the heavy breathing of the head warrior. The shock still seemed to be coursing through his system, though he managed to maintain a composed expression. "Make the fight real. There's something peculiar about the energy in her body. She's too strong!" the head warrior commanded.

Marcello looked at him and explained, “After experiencing the challenge myself and observing you while you tried to pass the barrier, I hypothesize that this formation acts according to one’s strength. The stronger you are, the stronger they will be.” “Really?” James was puzzled. “Yes.”

From the clash he was able to tell a number of things. One, Mane was physically stronger than him. The boy’s seemingly insignificant strike carried a great deal of power, and with it came the strength to cleave planets in half. If it wasn’t for his wrist braces that were augmented with the strongest of materials and blessed by his wife, his bones would have been crushed under that menacing strike.

His voice grew stronger at the end as if reaffirming his strength. To be continued…

“So defiant, so unyielding. But even the strongest resolve can be tested… and sometimes broken.” I lifted my chin, forcing every ounce of defiance and strength into my voice. “You will not break me,” I said firmly. “Not for threats, not for manipulation, not for intimidation. I am her mother. I am her shield. You will not take her, and you will not bend me.” Ronan’s eyes flickered, a shadow of frustration crossing his expression, and then he moved closer, every step deliberate, a predator closing the distance. The Direwolf mirrored him, low growl vibrating through the stone beneath my feet, muscles coiled like springs ready to strike.

His face softened completely, every trace of cold corporate armor melting away under the warm stage lights. "For a very long time, I believed that strength meant control," Adrian spoke clearly, his blue eyes never leaving Ethan’s face. "I believed that if I built high walls, if I controlled every outcome, and if I hid my fears behind wealth and secrets, I could protect the things I loved. I thought being strong meant never showing weakness. I was wrong." Ethan felt his throat tighten with sweet, overwhelming emotion. He gripped the edge of his table, listening to every word.

I just hoped she had the strength to pull herself away from all of this and come back stronger. And if I knew my friend, I knew that she would. She didn't have Alpha blood in her veins for nothing. She was the strongest person I knew and I was sure that she would persevere at the end of the day.

I stomped my foot in anger, as I pulled my hair and thought about how my body failed me and how I failed in controlling my emotions around me. "There's is no way, no way I would be liking him, no way I was like him. I love my woman and I would have this it for my wife," I reminded myself as a smile appeared on my lips. "You can do this Maxwell, resist him no matter what happens," I told myself hitting my chest like it was where my strength or confidence lies at.