Stronger After Being Killed Novels & Stories

There was no gaslighting or sweet-talking in any of his words. “If you knew what kind of enemies I have, you would stay far away. I knew what kind of enemies would hunt you down simply because you were connected to me. If you remained weak, you wouldn’t survive.” Something in my chest twisted. Being called weak after everything I had just survived felt like a slap. “So you decided to do what? Make me stronger by fighting Felicity who obviously wanted me dead?” “Yes. But you are wrong again… If Felicity wanted you dead from the start, she would have killed you.”

And for this, the simplest example was the fact that when you killed a werewolf in the Arena or the Battlefield, it became the symbol of your strength. Everyone praised you for that, accepted your strength to be the superior one and trusted you to be the protector of everyone in the pack, but if you killed that same werewolf in a random confrontation, you were a sinner who didn't even get a place in the pack, followed by others consequences of their actions and the punishment already decided for them. And that's what he was trying to explain to his stubborn brother.

He was dead, I killed him. I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy as I stood there, victorious yet wounded. The pain throbbed through my body, but it was a small price to pay for the satisfaction of emerging triumphant. Blood trickled down my side, staining my fur, but I didn't mind. The wounds were a testament to the intensity of the battle, a reminder of my strength and resilience. They would heal in time, and the scars would serve as a reminder of this hard-fought victory.

I guess, knowing they want to kill me too alleviated some of the guilt I would have felt on a normal basis. Just when the right man falls and the remnants of what used to be his spine falls out of my mouth, I look up. Turning to look at the massacre I was seeing in front of me. The different body parts, many disfigured beyond recognition. If I was told my fur was dripping blood, I wouldn’t be surprised. I was already feeling the blood drying and matting the hairs. I felt filthy and weirdly stronger than I have in a long time. I didn’t know if that had to do with the exercise or the fact that I killed more than twenty men without stopping to catch my breath.

More power surged into me. I was getting stronger, faster, and sharper. It was intoxicating. I tore through the rest of them, each kill feeding me, like drinking in their strength, their essence. My vision sharpened, my body felt weightless, and my reflexes were near supernatural. I could hear the girl crying behind me, but I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop. By the time the last rogue hit the floor, my chest was heaving; I was no longer the discarded alpha heir. I was now stronger than the ‘precious’ heir.

His lips parted slowly to speak, but no words came out of it. He took a deep breath, as if he was regaining all his lost strength. “H–How's this possible?” He closed his eyes. “You’re supposed to be dead. How is it possible that you're standing before me again?” His statement brought back the anger I had almost forgotten, reminded of all the terrible things he did to me in the past. He didn't even think I would make it alive. I expected me to be dead, my body decomposed. Whatever feeling that had me quivering before died—I killed it. I marched forward, a new found strength and confidence arose in me. I stood fearlessly beside Kael, not caring about his opinions anymore.

As long as I entered that dream realm, I could see her. Back then, she always encouraged me. But after I left the sanitarium, she began to scold me. She spat, "Sadie, you're still this weak. All you do is run. All you ever think of is dying. Have you avenged your child yet? Have you avenged yourself?" "What can I do? How could I take revenge?" "You're useless! If you're going to take your own life anyway, then let me take control of this body."

Harvey still did not manage to see me in the end. Grandma said, "I've made a promise to Maddie. She told me she never wanted to see you again." Harvey did not lose it when he was stripped of his glory, but he snapped at that moment. He looked at the garden pavilion, where my body lay, and tried to barge over. This time, everyone but Joshua rushed over and pinned him down. Harvey yelled, "You aren't actually dead, are you, Maddison? You must've still been alive! I didn't ask you to die! How could you… How dare you die!"

The disparity in physical strength was overwhelming, and their defenses crumbled swiftly under Alexander's relentless assault. "Whatever it is, use it!" The desperate Second Elder downed a vial of black liquid. His aura surged dramatically. The Third Elder, overwhelmed by Alexander's relentless assault, died after enduring numerous sword strikes. "What is that substance? It enhances their strength so dramatically," Alexander wondered, intrigued by the mysterious black liquid. The powered-up Second Elder roared and lunged at Alexander. Despite his increased strength, it was insufficient. Alexander, unfazed, dispatched him with ease, his normal strikes proving more than enough.

I grabbed the one and hurled him down to the ground, then grabbed the other and twisted his neck, leaving him to die instantly. It was all too easy for me, yet, I immediately experienced a new type of feeling. I had just killed someone. I just strapped a person’s neck. I used to kill animals for practice, but this? But I knew I had to get over it. I would soon face the real war. Alpha Eugene was shocked. He didn’t attempt to fight. I knew Alphas were the strongest in the pack, still I was ready for him. He shouldn’t leave his people, and he shouldn’t mock mama and papa I thought angrily.