Stronger After Being Killed Novels & Stories

“It is a promise I made to myself. I will grow stronger and I will butcher him like a dog, more gruesome than he butchered my parents. Do you still want me to survive?” He shrugs. “When you grow up and grow stronger, you can give it a try. Many have tried and failed, perhaps you’ll join the statistics, or perhaps you’ll succeed. The strong kill the weak. That is why Reenan killed your father. When you grow up and you grow stronger than Reenan, you may try killing him. It is nature. But first you must survive. Are you ready to?” I swipe at the tears with the back of my hand and nod.

“Why do I always get stronger after I failed to save the people I wanted to protect?” His knees dropped and he used his hand to keep himself from kissing the ground. The recoil of the awakening kicked in and he lost his strength. He dropped his body before closing his eyes. There’s no reason to live anymore.

Since they were brought to this mysterious and strange place, they had to get to the bottom of this place. After getting rid of the ants, Philip was surprised to find that his strength had improved. “This is weird.” The ants were weak, so killing them was not difficult. Due to the large number, however, Philip felt a significant impact. “Killing these ants can greatly enhance our strength.” Philip was delighted with this discovery. If killing these monsters could improve his strength, he had struck the jackpot. Killing monsters had never given him such a great buff before. It would hone his fighting skills at most, but he still had to depend on practice or various treasures to improve his st

Dante held me as if I might vanish, but I no longer had the strength to push him away. Professor Shaw came to my side. “Aria, can you hear me?” I looked at her through the blur. “My baby…” Her expression changed, but her voice stayed steady. “We’re taking you to the institute medical center now.” As they lifted me onto the stretcher, Dante tried to follow. Professor Shaw stopped him with one look. “You had your chance to protect her.” The last thing I saw before darkness took me was Dante standing in the hall, covered in my blood, while the wedding ring box lay open at his feet.

“That wasn’t a question, Winter. You’re beat up right now, and you don’t know how to use your abilities well enough to–” “I fought off half a dozen people,” I cut in. “Twice. I might be a little banged up, but I’m capable.” Already I feel the strength building in me, the power coming from a deep, yawning well. I feel like I could take on anyone. Unless they have a talisman like Heather does. For a moment, my knees feel weak. Is there anyone in there that can negate my strength? If they do, I’m as good as dead. I can’t think like that, though. All the people who screwed me over–Heather, Alice–are in there, but so are some good people, too. Brynn. Gregory. Headmaster Stroud and all the teacher

Rose is on the ground, tears filling her eyes as she is in full denial what has just happened. I stand there looking around me as Zain starts howling and everyone around joins in, celebrating the death of the Alpha. I don’t join in as for me a Death should not be celebrated but I am happy it is finally over. Turning around walking away from the colossal mountain of lifeless Alpha refocus on everyone around me. Now the pain in my leg is almost unbearable. Limping I arrive next to Noel who is just helping Liam to get back up.

The ritual may have temporarily weakened me, but my recovery has left me stronger than I ever was before. I overpower him completely, using my enhanced strength to pin him to the ground. In his desperation, he continues trying to claw at my face and throat, leaving me no choice but to defend myself with lethal force. I hear a sickening crack as his neck snaps under the pressure I’m applying. His body goes limp beneath me, and I realize that Liam’s father is dead. For a moment, I just kneel there on the grass, staring at the lifeless body and trying to process what just happened. I’ve never killed anyone before, and the reality of taking someone’s life, even in self-defense, is overwhelming.

I asked in a worried tone. There was a huge crack in the concrete wall and Tate stood up and began to dust himself off. Our eyes locked and he smiled at me. "I'm good because I'm already dead, it's not like there's much damage that you can do." I chuckled softly and he gave me a stern nod. "Are you ready for the ultimate challenge?" I gave him a puzzled look. "What do you mean?" He gave me a small smile. "Your first kill will make you stronger and you need to be able to handle it without feeling an ounce of guilt."

My teeth sink into his neck. I feel his blood on my tongue. I am alive. This is what I was born to do. One by one, I pick them off. Every last one of them.They are no match for me. There is blood on my muzzle. Blood in my mouth. Blood in my belly. I am an animal. And I am satisfied. I feel powerful. I feel invincible. I kill the last one and stand over his corpse. When they are all dead, I do not know what to do.

Perhaps there was a part of me that still wanted to survive even after death. The warehouse was built. It was quite big. I kinda like it. This peaceful place became my home. I don't know when it started but I started to lift my feet and move around the warehouse. I don't even realize that I could move. Everything was fine until one day, someone came here to do bad deeds. Two men kidnapped a man. They bind him to the pillar like what those bastards did to me. The sigh of it infuriated me. So I killed those kidnappers with everything I got. Oh, I also accidentally killed the victim as well. But it did not matter, because those three souls tasted delicious. They made me stronger.