Stronger After Being Killed Novels & Stories

Roger's point of view: I saw the look on her face when she knew what I was. I saw the fear that she had while looking deep into my eyes. Part of her didn't want to believe that the one standing in front of her is a true alpha. You might be wondering but a true alpha I can be. Well, you can tell that I am an alpha bloodline, but stronger than a normal alpha. Why? Well, that also can be explained. The more I kill the more I get stronger.

she asked softly, her face full of worry. I only nodded, unable to form words. She tapped my back gently. “Be strong, Adriah. Okay? I need you to be strong.” But how much strength did I need to bring back a heart that had already died? No, I couldn’t bring it back. He had already killed me a million times over, and it hurt like hell. I walked back to my room with no tears left. Only a lifeless body… moving like the walking dead. - King Jester’s POV -

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.

"How does someone do it? How does someone actually kill another person? I cannot even imagine having that in you." Alice stared at me for a long moment. The wine had loosened her tongue. Made her reckless. "Easily," she said finally. "If they are in your way, you remove them. That is how the world works. The strong survive. The weak get eliminated." "But taking a life. That is so final. So permanent."

And I remembered how quiet the world had gone. I had killed three men in that room and felt nothing. Not rage, not satisfaction. Only a hollow, bottomless certainty that if I had arrived one minute later, I would have burned that entire pack to ash and walked into the flames after it. ‘You were too late,’ the beast said. ‘You are always too late.’ "No." This time the word scraped out of me, ragged. "She is alive." ‘Only because she is stronger than you.’ I could not argue with that.

He was never gentle—but he had also never truly abandoned her. That didn’t mean he was a good person. He was cruel. Cold. He once threw her, half-dead, into a miasma swamp just to test the effects of a new poison. Sometimes, mid-training, he’d draw a real blade to awaken her “survival instinct.” And she—again and again—crawled back from the edge of death. Those were the years she was truly reforged. And yet… even a man like that wasn’t devoid of all humanity.

My answer came out like a wave, dragging the pain and memories from its depth. “I heard the gunshot. And found you in the water.” He said softly. His voice conveying emotions I couldn't comprehend. Pity. Pain. “We'll talk later, Skai” He stood up. He rested his hands on my shoulder and blinked. He walked out. And I stared at the door, my breathe shallow. To everyone I died; weak and helpless. To me, I was reborn. As though the water and fire instilled strength in me. It's never over. And this time I would fight harder. In the dark and daylight.

They only knew me as Evelyn Summers, award-winning designer. After an awards ceremony, I received a phone call from the prison. A guard told me Gabriel was dying. Six months ago, he'd gotten into a fight, and someone had broken his spine, leaving him paralyzed. Now complications had set in, and the doctors said he only had days left. His dying wish was to see me one last time, so I agreed to go. When I saw Gabriel again, I barely recognized him. He lay in the infirmary bed, emaciated, a sour stench clinging to him. When he saw me enter, a flicker of life returned to his clouded eyes.

So the ends definitely justify the means. I had no idea killing someone would hit her this hard. Looking back, she's spared the lives of everyone she's gone against. Dante. Her father. Kori. Kori's mom. Anyone I would've just put down without blinking. But my situation was different. After my first kill, there was never time to stop. Never room to feel. The infantry drilled it into us—kill or die, kill so others don't die. Eventually, it became automatic. Nyx isn't numb to this stuff like I am.