Stronger After Being Killed Novels & Stories

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."

His sword clattered to the floor, and a bitter sound escaped his lips. I grabbed the spear, wasting no time, and stabbed him from the back. His blood stained my clothes. He groaned for the last time and ended up on the floor. I stared at my hand, wondering if I had just ended his life. Where did I gain the strength from? I had never felt so strong in my entire life. "So you are this strong?" I heard him taunt. He's still alive? He raised his head up, but I could see the fear in his eyes and the faint of his life waving goodbye.

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.

“He could have been dead. Five-year-old predator to a predator of over sixty years old? How does that even work?” “Yeah, but he didn't die.” She gave me a slight smile. “That's why he is the strongest because the battle did not last for up to a minute before he killed his father. And it's a cycle, you should know that. A vicious cycle in the line of predators.” “Hmmm…" I sighed deeply at that. “Yeah, every son killed their fathers, and if they were ever more than two children, they would fight themselves to the death until the strongest would come out top.”

For this will make you stronger, more resilient, more powerful", I looked at her sharply and she just nodded before continuing, "Yes, I am right. You won't understand but you will feel it but now, I want you to weep. Cry, flush it all out, and get back on your feet. Don't let the world see the broken you, but let them see your scars and praise you for being a survivor. Because you are, even death will not hurt you like this but guess who would be better, you! The hybrid, the leader, the first of his kind, the one who has defeated death, the one who can challenge a God and win.

They were snarling and howling, glad that I had finally succumbed. But then when I regained my energy, I still acted like though I was weak. The one who was going to come close to me to kill me by drawing his claws across my neck as I had killed them, came closer and I permitted him to almost get to him before I flipped him over, kicking others away, standing tall and powerful.