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."

I asked myself. "Help me" I heard her say. Hearinb her say 'help me' soften my heart, her voice was so weak and powerless but still it was ethereal. It was magical. Her voice woke up something in me, I felt a strange urge, to make her mine right there. My staring at her wasn't doing me any good as her smell, physique and voice I heard some seconds ago was messing my mind up. 'Stupid. Listening to me would do you some good. Wake up and stop dreaming. This is why I am stronger than you. Pick her up and get the hell out of here.'

"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?”

Death will have no power over us. Underneath the sea's swells Those who have been lying for a long time will not die in a windy manner. When sinews give way, twisting on racks is a common occurrence. Despite being tethered to a wheel, they will not break; Their faith will be shattered in their hands. And the unicorn demons torment them; They won't crack if they're split all the way up; Death will have no power over us. Death will have no power over us. Gulls may no longer scream in their ears.

Her eyes looked more alive, less dead… She looked…stronger?