Strong Language Novels & Stories

Kael snarled, his strikes relentless, each one more brutal than the last. “You can’t win, Lucan,” he growled, his voice dripping with venom. “Your pack is fractured. Your humans will betray you. This city is already mine.” I gritted my teeth, blocking a vicious swipe and driving my shoulder into his chest. He staggered back, but only for a moment. “You’ll never understand what strength really is,” I said, my voice steady despite the chaos. “It’s not domination. It’s unity. It’s fighting for something bigger than yourself.”

“No.” She gave him a sad smile. “No, I really don’t. Especially physically strong men – in my experience, they just use all that size and strength to hurt people smaller and weaker than them.” He sighed, suddenly seeing her innate and automatic reaction to him with different eyes. “I can understand why you’d think that.” She peered up at him, suddenly aware of what she'd just said. “Wait, Adam. I don’t mean you or Nick. I’m not implying that you guys would ever hurt me, or Mia, or anyone who wasn’t standing there in the ring, fighting you by choice.”

‘We don’t fight, they always provoke us’ one of them clarified, I don’t know their names yet, it will take time to know them by their names and family background, I sighed and nodded at him as if I understand what he meant to. ‘So, don’t get provoked no matter what they do’ they huffed, clearly displeased with my words. ‘We are not weak,” he scrunches his nose and I pursed my lips to hide the smile, usual teen behavior. Now I can see why Caleb is annoyed with them, they love to argue and disobeying. ‘Exactly, not letting your opponent affect your action through their words or action is the real strength’ seems like my word has an affect because this time they didn’t retaliate.

Strong means someone forced you to harden and you did not die from it. It has been days since she spoke to me. Since I touched her. The distance feels like a wound I cannot see. My wolf paces and claws as he craves her presence too.. "You starve her. You starve us. Claim her," he hisses. “Numbers,” Keane says, slapping his palm on the table. “Give me numbers, not feelings.”

The words hung between them like a secret neither wanted to claim. Wayne swallowed. “You really shouldn’t say things like that.” “Why?” “Because I don’t know how to answer them.” Darius’s eyes held his. “You don’t have to.” They stopped at the edge of the stream that ran through the forest. Darius bent slightly, picked up a smooth stone, and tossed it into the stream. “When I was younger,” he said with a smooth tone, “I thought strength meant never bending. Never showing pain. But strength…” He trailed off, glancing up at Wayne. “Strength is knowing when something is worth breaking for.”

“This makes me bring up old memories again. It was long ago, back when I was still weak enough to drink strawberryvery milk.” And then he began launching into a flashback on his own… * * * “Harper.” “Yeah? Brother?” “You need to become strong.” “Huh? Okay.” “You have to live resiliently.” “Resili…ent? I don’t know what that means, but okay.” “It means to live strong and cool.” Gabriel frequently grabbed young Harper and rattled off words like these. “You need to become strong enough to beat down any weird alpha bastards.” “Alpha bastards…?”

“Means admitting we don’t own it exclusively.” “And admitting weakness, Jennifer added quietly. “Other packs watch. They see compromise as vulnerability.” “So you’d rather fight for fifteen years? Lose wolves? Exhaust your packs? All to avoid appearing weak?’ I let that sink in. “That’s not strength. That’s stubbornness.” “Easy for you to say,” Richard said. “You’re the Luna of one of the most powerful packs in the country. Mated to Alpha Thorne. You don’t have to worry about appearing weak,”

“That depends. Do you want to hear what he has to say?” “Part of me does. But I’m scared. Scared I’ll forgive him too easily. Scared I’ll forget everything he put me through.” I looked up at Elder Thorne. “How do I know if I’m being strong or just being stubborn?” “Being strong means protecting yourself even when it hurts. Being stubborn means refusing to hear the truth just because of pride.” He sat beside me. “Only you know which one you’re doing.” Before I could respond, another knock sounded. This time, Dax opened it to reveal a woman I didn’t recognise. She was beautiful in a cold way. Platinum blonde hair. Violet eyes. A smile that didn’t reach her face.

He had told me once that strength is not rage and strength is not the fire that burns hot and fast and consumes everything in its path because strength is control and strength is the wolf who stands when the fire is gone and the rage has faded and the world is quiet and the weight of what he carries is heavier than anything he has ever known. Darius was strong and the reports said that he was larger than me and heavier in muscle and he fought with brute force and he crushed before he thought and he was the kind of Alpha that the old laws had been written for and he was the kind of wolf who did not understand that strength came in forms that the old laws had no name for.

Argon replied. That made me pause. Power? “She should be ordinary,” I continued. “Soft. Easy to break.” “She is not weak.” No She isn’t. She doesn’t carry herself like someone strong but There is weight in the way she stands and Strength in the way she refuses to shrink or break down. Even when people judge her. Even when she is uncomfortable, She doesn’t bend And somehow Argon is drawn to her like nothing else exists. It doesn’t make sense. “She has no wolf,” I said again.