Strong Background Novels & Stories

Indeed, becoming strong was the way to protect your family, and Xiao Chen had to become so strong that no one would dare to touch his family. "I will definitely become a powerful god and make my grandfather and grandmother no longer afraid of this universe!" Xiao Chen said confidently, believing that he could do what his grandfather and grandmother had said. Hearing this, the two of them were even happier and had great faith in Xiao Chen's abilities, so his grandfather invited Xiao Chen to drink with him without worrying that his grandmother would stop them.

“Words are wind, boy. Show us your strength, or step aside. This pack does not bend for charm or lineage. Power must be proven.” Auren's eyes narrowed as the bond with his parents pulsed within him, setting his resolve upon a sure foundation. His hands flexed, and the aura of him-the insistent golden glow-expanded just that much that the crowd caught sight of it, a warning that he was more than words. "Strength is more than force," he replied immediately, in a calm tone, steady and with underlying authority. "It is vision, strategy, and courage. If it is a challenge you seek, you will see that I am prepared in all these ways."

I scream. There is no way I am strong enough to fight it off, but I’m trying my best. My hand flies up, connecting with his jaw, and he falls back slightly. Surprised by my strength, I stare, mystified. The thing comes back unfazed. “Shit,” I murmur, getting to my feet and be-line it for the school.

"That’s why you’ll never possess true strength, Luna." He moved closer, his presence suffocating. "Rule number two for being strong: When you desire something, you take it—at any cost. If you want to meet your father, you go meet him, regardless of the consequences. That’s how you obtain what you want. That’s how strength is achieved." I shook my head. "That isn’t strength, Steven. That’s a lack of compassion." He shrugged, apathetic. "To me, it’s the same."

“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.

I howl and point to the floor where my drawing is “No, Mama! Daddy needs my picture!” “Leni, now’s not the time for tears, honey. Now’s the time for strength.” Mama hugs me tight and carries me up the stairs. “One day, those nasty old worthless assholes are going to see how strong you are and they’re going to regret treating you that way. I promise.”

Strong. “I don’t think I could even if I tried.”

He felt on top of the world at the moment. "!" His attention is drawn by Steronick's loud cackle. What's his deal? Ovid asked. Is he up to another one of his tricks? "The pride of fools", Steronick said as he laughed hysterically. "If you dont let go of your past, how can you hope to make a future?" It was then Ovid's eyes opened... ... Ovid 'King' Stronghold was born with long flowing purple hair,a square nose, dark complexion and huge eyeballs.