Strong Background Novels & Stories

My heart sank. As they moved to take me again, anger finally burned hotter than fear. “You think this makes you strong?” I said. “Forcing someone weaker than you?” He paused, looking back at me over his shoulder. “I think,” he said evenly, “that strength is keeping control when weakness is inconvenient.” Then he turned away. Hands closed around me once more, dragging me from the hall as whispers followed in our wake. Human. Marked. Property. The bond thrummed relentlessly in my chest, tight and unyielding.

"How do you know?" "Because I know you. I have known you for three years. You are the most stubbornly loyal person I have ever met. Do you really think some hypnotic suggestion from a dead madman is stronger than that?" A sound escaped Priya's throat that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob. "I do not feel very strong right now." "Strength is not about how you feel. It is about what you do. And right now, you are fighting back against something that was designed to be irresistible. That is strength."

Elizabeth's point of view: He bent down close to my ears, then whispered, "The five in the middle are the vampire convent. Behind each one of them stand four of the strongest vampires, with some very unique gifts and abilities." "Oh, I see!" was all I could utter while trying to avoid the looks of the vampires in the office. ........

Whereas mine was the ability to look into a person's soul, apparently I could look into someone's soul as deep as I wanted if I learned how to use my powers. She then told me that even though I was a skilled mage there were certain problems I faced as my powers were stronger in intensity as compared to others due to the volatile nature of my soul. Hence, making me a potential target for the Black Mages who kept their frightening reputation at bay by draining strong and powerful souls like mine to increase their strength so as to one day take over every mage alive. I then asked her, where I came from? Did I have a family?

the old man replied, "but the higher you go, the stronger the pressure becomes. Those with weaker strength may be unable to scale these steps." The crowd’s expressions fell at this revelation. The peculiar gravity made it clear that this place was no sanctuary for experts. Prolonged exposure to its effects could be perilous. Realizing their own strength might be insufficient, some in the group began to fear they might not even have a chance to advance.

Only in this way could he rapidly increase his strength. Jordan's strength gave David a strong sense of urgency. The world did not seem to be so simple. The only thing that could give him a sense of security was a strong ability. “Thank you, Mr. Jordan!” David said respectfully. The strong would be respected wherever they went, not to mention that the other party had allowed him to pass the assesment.

I replied with a mocking tone. He gave me a droll stare. •• "Okay, I get it! You're really strong, please don't break my neck!" I yelled in panic from the smaller hand holding on to the back of my neck with an unbelievable strength, and pulling me to a massive building with a billboard close enough which said— Hells Teen institution for the damned. I was dragged into the concrete, massive building with the stranger's hand on the back of my neck. His grip was mother fucking strong, I couldn't even think of beginning to pull away. How the fuck did someone smaller than me be so strong?

I took a couple of steps back and looked at the strong man, who radiated power from every corner. "What the hell is going on here?"

I winced but took another sip, because at least this pain was physical, and it distracted me from the hurricane ripping through my mind. All my life, I’ve been strong. People like to romanticize that word—strong—as if it’s some magical armor. But they don’t understand what it really means. It means you’ve been tested again and again, and every time you survived, even when you didn’t want to. It means you’ve learned to hide the cracks so people think you’re made of stone.

“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.