Novel & Cerita Stronger Than Death

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.”

“I remembered the last time I died. And that ice felt like dying all over again.” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I don’t want to die,” she whispered. “I make jokes because I’m scared ALL the time. And I feel like… like a burden to the rest. They’re so strong and I—” “You survived because you’re strong,” I said firmly. “Strength is not only claws, or spells, or speed. Sometimes strength is screaming, crying, breaking and still standing the next day.” Lyra wiped her cheeks. “…That’s a stupid definition.”

"the world doesn't favour the weak people. The weak gets broken over and over again till they die." "Then make me strong. I don't want to die." Killian was determined.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Stronger than ever. Ready for whatever came next.

Did not surrender. “I am not weak. I am stronger than I was. I am more powerful than I was. I am better than I was. Because I chose. Because I grew. Because I became.” Dawn’s presence expanded. Filled the space. Met the Second Dark’s threat with equal power. “And I will not let you harm them. Will not let you erase them. Will not let you undo everything they taught me. Everything they showed me. Everything they proved. They are mine. They are a pack. They are family. And I protect family. That protection is not weakness. That protection is strength. That protection is what makes something infinitely better than nothing.”

“You cannot carry fire in your hands and command it not to burn.” “I am not holding fire.” “You are holding belief.” That word echoed. Belief. I felt it already. The shift. The pull. Mortals turning their fear toward strength. Toward me. “They need direction,” I said. “They need reassurance,” Death corrected. “Reassurance without authority is weakness.” The newborn god smiled faintly. “You see? He understands.” “I understand necessity,” I snapped. He studied me with open interest. “Then let us speak plainly,” he said. “You do not trust me.”

But I got back up every time. Weakness was a death sentence. And I refused to die.

That I did not know. I flexed my hands, watching the muscles ripple in the mirror. Salvatore was an aging alpha, but still strong as a young alpha. I had seen him rip out a traitor's throat with his teeth last summer. I had seen him use his sword and tear through armies. He was not weak. In fact, he was one of the strongest warriors I had seen. And his death would not be an easy one. Soon there was a knock on my door as I looked at it and sighed.

The battle that was coming does not concern her, and I would keep her far from it. Malakar was not gone. No. I had simply banished him to the void, but banishment did not mean he wouldn't return. If he was forgotten it would make it easier for him to stay banished because then he would be weak. But one could not forget death. It was everything. Each breath mortals draw drag them closer to their death, and even thinking of death was enough to give Malakar strength. Malakar was no ordinary god, he comes second in power after me. He was close to a match to me in power. Close.