Stronger After Being Killed Novels & Stories

“Ohhh! Sucking her energy each day keeps making me stronger, you don't hold a bar to me. I'm much stronger than you are!” Shut up, I'll kill you.” “Not if I kill you first.” I couldn't see anymore, I had blacked out.

He nodded, and I frowned. “It started with fire, and it is going to end with it.” He said, looking me in the eye. “The power that you both hold will be falling into this Earth, making it grow stronger. When one of you dies, the power dies with the two of you. But the one to kill will be the one to come back to life. Say, he kills you, he comes back to life and vice versa.” “That means that he is another phoenix?” I asked, and he nodded.

"I see, you are wiser than I thought, since you punished him for me, you are all forgiven." I turned my back and walked away, Adrian got up after a while and called me one last time. "It's true that the strong rule here, but if you end up killing someone, you'll be really screwed." I looked at him, intrigued by this statement. "Kill? What are you talking about, I don't need to go that far to crush these brats."

He growled, trying to he's to get on his feet but when he finally got to the place, I noticed there was something happening with him. He was weaker than usual, or maybe it was because I was much stronger now. My hands were fisted. I needed more than just to actually have him. I wanted his flesh, I wanted to see his blood. Without wasting much time, I rushed to where he was, and grabbed his neck. Lifting him up wasn't so hard and it made me feel stronger. "What happened to you, how did you get so strong? There's something you are definitely not telling me!" He struggled to speak, veins on my head. My hands are shaking violently, but I thought killing him so easily wasn't a deserving punishmen

He was like a ghost that was floating. I don't know why, but something compelled me to follow him. I watched him as he turned the base upside down, killing everything that crossed his path until he made it to the wall keeping out the zombies but unfortunately before he could put those beasts in hell too, some bitch told a stronger ability user that he was trying to bring down the base and kill innocent people. The stronger ability user killed him by putting an icicle through his heart and swiftly killed him. I was also killed back then because I was so ugly and my lungs deformed so much that when I tried to scream in horror, some bitch shot me, but I didn't die before I saw the zombies tear

“Teacher, you have to save us. Many of our comrades have died!” The clergies of Mistral Temple ran around in a panic. They knew they were in deep trouble now. However, not all skeletons had the same strength after resurrection. That depended on their opponents. The skeletons destroyed by Philip would resurrect according to his standards, while weaker opponents might only achieve the same results after four rounds compared to what Philip could achieve in three rounds. After discovering this secret, everyone stopped killing the skeletons but took their time fighting them while conserving their strength. After all, killing the skeletons would only give them the chance to return stronger.

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

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."