Stronger Than Death Novels & Stories

Making sure he's alive enough for me to say this last thing. "All these years you tormented me. Took everything important away from me. Forced me to stay away from my mate, and killed all those that I love. You became so obsessed with power and vengeance that you didn't stop to see how it affected those around you. Your obsession with destroying my life that you failed to see where true power and strength comes from. Unlike you, I draw my strength from my loved ones. Love will forever be more powerful than anything else in the world. So it's only fair that I take away the one thing that means the most to you. Your power. I hope you rot in hell."

"Not really, but sure since you don’t seem to want to shut the fuck up." "It’s because when someone thinks they're stronger than the rest, they think they’re invincible. But just like those monsters, if they’re teamed up on, they die. Theoretically speaking, even you're stronger than me - I won’t deny that - but if I had my friends and family on my side… you would lose because we would outnumber you. I can take shit, but when it comes to my girl, I won’t give a fuck who it is. I’ll kill them."

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

Layla's fans sang her praises, saying that she was kind, beautiful, and the best sister in the world. It was raining on the day they cremated my remains. Layla carried the urn containing my ashes and pretended to shed a few tears. I moved toward her. Then, I tried to punch and kick Layla to try and get her hands off me. It was so revolting. Everything about this world sickened me. I dropped to the ground after having exhausted myself. Then, I watched as they put me inside a small box. The words, "Our dearest daughter, Hazel Larson", could be seen on the rectangular tombstone. How ironic.

‘You are stronger than you can imagine, my love. My breath shudders as the words echo in my soul. Stronger. Stronger. I clutch onto them like a lifeline, refusing to let them slip away. A fire starts to burn inside me, slow at first, like embers being coaxed to life. Then it grows. It spreads, surging through my veins, licking up my spine, igniting something I thought had long been extinguished.

His touch burned, not with heat but with power, the kind that could crush me without effort. “Listen carefully, Aliyana.” His voice was a low growl, each word precise, sharp. “The weak die. The strong survive. That is the only law this world respects.” I jerked my head, but his grip only tightened, bruising my jaw. Tears burned hot in my eyes, not of fear, but fury. “You think strength is killing a man who never stood a chance against you?” I spat through clenched teeth. “That doesn’t make you strong. That makes you a coward.”

I said, but as the words came from my mouth, it felt as if I were trying to convince myself instead. “Don’t you get it? I can’t die.” He exclaimed, lifting his arms out to the side as he beamed with pride, enunciating each word. I. Can’t. Die. “No matter how hard you try, you will never be able to hurt me. I am the one who bound Death to this Earth! I summoned and bound a God! You are nothing compared to me and my strength!” My entire body went cold. “You…” My voice cracked. “You what?”

To be exact, I could never have imagined in my wildest dreams listening to Death quote from English literature and even the Bible! “She is the fly in my ointment, the chink in my armor.” He blows a thick and impressive smoke ring that languidly elongates into a tiny Scream mask before it dissolves. “My problem. Yours to solve.” Even as he started saying these things he had taken on the air of a Mafia boss barking out orders, like it has been ingrained in him to expect nothing but blind obedience. But the whole thing’s so unexpected it takes a while to sink in: Death, more powerful than all the politicians and business tycoons of the world combined – he who can take away the only thing that r

If so, I could not stand behind it. “You disagree,” he said in more of a matter-of-fact statement than a question. “I do. This is weakness. It is a pointless fantasy to think everyone can just see eye to eye. We were not meant to be on level playing ground.” “I assure you nothing about me is weak. My mind and body are strong. And it’s not just a fantasy. Look around you. It is happening before your eyes and it will continue to happen. Just because I do not wish to kill without cause and have plans of prosperity for our kind does not make me weak. There is more to life than just death,” he replied coldly.

She must have sensed his fury. “What are you doing out here in the river Styx? Don’t you know you could have DIED?” He held her arms and shook her. For gods and demigods, going in the river Styx does not affect them in any way. But for mortals, the river Styx is deadly. It absorbs the life force of the human until it becomes lifeless. “That would be better than not trying to escape!” She countered. “Why would you even escape?” “You do not understand.”