Stronger After Being Killed Novels & Stories

Only a primal, savage intent to kill. "In that moment, I understood," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "After the carnage, there would always be one left standing. The strongest. The Alpha. It was a cruel twist of fate that it would be my father."

Kieran's POV I was taken aback by the dead pack that was standing again. The look on their faces was just normal. There was nothing that could describe whatever they were feeling. It was just like a dead chicken, standing up to walk about, still dead. “How the fuck are they alive?” Nicholas muttered in shock. “Whatever is causing this death is way more powerful than we're giving it credit for,” I said, grabbing a piece of metal on the floor. “How do we even kill a bunch of strong dead people?” Gary asked.

The metal groaned and buckled as the Duke tore through the rotor housing with his bare hands. ​The explosion lit up the coast in a brilliant, terrifying orange. ​I slumped against the stone wall, the "Oxygen Debt" finally hitting me. Not because he was far, but because he was killing. The bond was feeding on the death he was dealing out, and it was making me feel stronger, faster, darker. ​I looked at my hand. The black vein wasn't just a line anymore. It was starting to branch out, forming the shape of a blade across my palm.

If someone as strong and powerful as her is so disturbed, then this must be much worse than we anticipated. “If Armstrong is really alive… then he’s much stronger than you can imagine. Like I said, Undead in transition is extremely strong, since they have both their wolf and Undead’s blood in them. I don’t want to sound overly negative, but if Armstrong got turned into an Undead… he might be too powerful to stop. It’s one thing to turn regular wolves into Undeads, but he’s an alpha. This is really bad. Really, really bad.” I unconsciously press myself closer to Ren as the realization hits me.

The other prisoners know what just happened, but no one dares to make a sound for fear of being noticed and killed like the other three. This is what I am talking about- power after cruelty. The others know what I am capable of, so they avoid me now. Before I killed the guards, there was noise of crying all around, but after the kill no one even dares to cough. Now this is real power and it is exciting One wild fantasy I have always had is to lick blood off a sword after making a kill. Now the time had come- for my first werewolf kill, I killed three at once. Words cannot express how excited I am, but an action like licking the blood of the sword can

- He whispers weakly but then falls silent with his eyes open. My body was frozen. My lung stopped inflating, my heart gave one last hard beat and all my blood stopped flowing. It was probably white. "The sunflower still lives as long as there is the sun" I was still alive... "Killing was the first thing you did when you came to life, and it will be the only and last thing you do in life." ...with no trouble getting up... "You came for deaths and therefore you will live for her." ...and strength and motivation like never before in my life.

She must have gotten roasted, suddenly my eyes turned blue as I grabbed their necks and slammed them against the tree I was standing close to. I made sure there was no life left in them. I respond, "I really hate to do this, but it is not on my list to have anyone recognize me . . . Not now . . . Not ever." The strength overwhelming me ... where is it coming from. As their dead bodies fell to the ground, I exhaled. I have never killed anyone in my entire life but why did I feel like I have been doing this? I fell to the ground, I was so weak. I felt empty.

She was roving, looking for her next kill, and she didn’t even trust herself. The taste and smell of blood filled Scarlet’s every pore. Her first kill had been indescribable, something beyond what she could have ever imagined. The feel of that man’s blood filling her veins did something to her, something she couldn’t explain: she felt filled with power and strength at the same time. Reborn.

Aiden said in a panicked voice and Zane clenched his teeth. Elena's body was fully covered with the broad jacket of Zane, this date experience was no less than trauma to her. “I will kill all of them,” Zane said with red eyes, he was not angry hearing the news of the attack but he was angry at the rejection of Elena Elena the woman he desired loved someone else was like pouring wolfbane on his body. “Aiden please help me” Elena seek help from him Zane looked between Aiden and Elena and he found something suspicious.

I heard that they are so strong that no one will be able to take them down. How did they fall? I heard that they were deceived, they were deceived by the same person that has killed my foster parents. I heard from the lady who was also a member of my parents pack that he wanted to do something which wasn't suitable but they tried to stop him not knowing that he had everything planned out. He knew that the both of them were strong and had planned eventually down in advance and no one was able to see through his plan. He killed them and the whole pack while sparing some, those that he spared were sent here. I heard from them that no one will be able to escape from here but that isn't the case