Romans & histoires Stronger After Being Killed

You can feel it, can’t you? The energy here… It’s power. Draw it in. Let it flow through you. You’ll grow stronger. You’ll surpass them all. I shut my eyes and kept walking. Temptations like this, I could resist. Being stronger than everyone else wasn’t what I wanted. I just wanted to survive. Then another voice slid through the fog, sharp as a blade. Have you forgotten how powerful you felt when you killed Desmond?

For ruining everything. They'd all pay. I started walking again. Following the stream deeper into the forest. Away from Nightfall. Away from the life I'd built there. But I wasn't running away. I was regrouping. Planning. Preparing. Because when I came back, I wouldn't come back weak. I wouldn't come back begging. I'd come back powerful. Unstoppable. And they'd all wish Marcus had actually killed me. Because the dead couldn't take revenge. But the living?

No way to reverse it. It was a potion used by werewolves who wanted to say goodbye properly before dying. With shaking hands, Marcus calculated the timeline. From the exact moment I had signed the wedding postponement agreement for him until the stranger said I died - it was exactly 72 hours. The realization hit him like lightning. I hadn't signed that agreement because I was being understanding. I had signed it because I was already dying. He remembered the moment I collapsed in front of him three days ago. I had fallen right at his feet, my body giving out completely.

Their blood still remained fresh on the pack grounds and these two needed to die. I would find them and kill them. It took a few more days. days where I hadn’t rested. Days where despite the multitude of fees presented to me,I hadn't eaten a single thing. My body grew weaker by the day, but I stayed strong. And it took one more day to all come crashing down.”We received information that they were killed by a set of . It felt like my entire life had stopped at that moment. “Are You sure?” I asked shakily, my body didn’t feel the same, and following the news in my brain everything was deemed light. Too light.

I touched its head and I cut it off with the blood splashing all over me . It felt so refreshing watching the animals die ,the way I killed it that way ,that was exactly how I am going to kill all of my enemies .

He was more powerful than a regular Hybrid due to the enhancements, but he was still able to be killed. So, this had me wondering what exactly those enhancements did to enable him to have survived the brutal slaughter he endured at the hands of myself and my brother. I will tell you, we were not kind… And we definitely didn’t leave anything behind. His magic was powerful, I will give him that.

"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."

"Well, wouldn't you love that. Actually, that isn't such a bad idea. Someone like me deserves to die, right? I should just die, right?" Then, she suddenly started pouting. "But I can't. I'm supposed to get stronger. I have to get stronger." She sighed dramatically. "Hey, tell me, if I can't get stronger, does it matter if I'm killed now or later? It doesn't, right? So, I might as well go there and try my luck, right? If I do get stronger from that, I'll surely survive anything after that!" Vanora beamed and skipped like a child who just solved a very difficult question. "Looks like it all worked out in the end!"

Jack was driving and was taking a glance to the surroundings he could pass through. And he took a look to his friends house where he can see the bodies of attackers that was fled away by the explosion that was made last night. Remembering what he'd came through makes him weakened. He didn't thought he could make it through that worst night. But the possibility that he was alive after that makes him more stronger to face all those attackers (living-dead). Obviously not the strongest ones and he didn't know about them yet.

‎I lower the phone slowly, already feeling the familiar tension settle in my chest. ‎“Okay, Master,” I mutter, though he’s no longer there to hear it. ‎We used to be close… before. ‎Before my parents died. ‎After that, everything changed. ‎He pushed me harder than I ever thought possible. Endless training. No breaks. No excuses. No weakness. ‎He never gave me the option of giving up. ‎The first time I killed someone… ‎That was also the first time I saw him smile intentionally after my parents’ death.