Stronger Than Death Novels & Stories

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.”

I mean, it was getting borderline creepy at this point. Pain shot through me like a lightning bolt. My vision blurred, and I swear, my eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. I tried to fight it, tried to push her off, but her grip was ridiculously strong. How is she this strong? I had been in some tight spots before, but this? This was next level. I mean, who is she? “You chose death,” she said, her voice cold and low, almost like she was giving a simple fact. “Now i will make sure you die slowly... and painfully.”

I grunted. "Well, you should." He chuckled. "It's the bottleneck effect. The weak will die while the strong survive. You are insanely valuable. You can become successful. You can become the fucking goddess of this universe. But you need to be stronger. You need to stop caring about those who are meaningless." He kept his eyes locked on me as he pointed a gun at one of his men's heads and pulled the trigger.

But I wasn’t done. Not yet. “You should’ve killed me with that stab,” I grunted. “Because now I know your weakness.” He chuckled darkly, wiping blood from his forehead. “What, your rock-throwing skills?” “No,” I said, staggering toward him, fists clenched tight. “You don’t fight for anything. That’s your weakness. You kill to feel strong. I fight because I have to. That’s the difference.” “Big words for someone who’s dying.” “You think this is dying?” I growled. “This is just the beginning.”

Ryan asked. "I think so, but what about that guy that is walking towards us?" Lisa broke their fantasy and Reminded them. "Ok. I forgot about him. That's Death and he is stronger than a normal human being. Maybe Scarlett has 50 percent chance to defeat him." Ryan said. "What about All of us joined together?" Lisa asked. "All of us joined together cannot even defeat Scarlett" Mike reminded. "Do you think pulling a few strings can stop me, Everyone of you will die today" John Blaze asked laughing

In the end, all that mattered was — striving through all odds. Yes, I will lose people. A lot of them actually and even though I have made my heart strong for it, it still trembles and wavers at the thought of deaths of my dear ones. But that doesn’t make me weak by any percentage. It just gives me a reason to get stronger and stronger. “Two…”

She is entirely different, she's not the girl I used to know. I can feel how powerful she is and how she craves to kill me with her sword. I fight back as long as I can, but she's too strong. The strength of her is unbeatable compared to mine, and she is very much like a girl with no mercy who knows what she wants to do. Time to time, I always have to keep myself distant to make sure she won't kill me, and the fight is getting too long for me to run away from her. She's still really stunning until this time. I don't think I can stay still any longer.

Isn’t this exactly what happens when someone dies? *** Have you ever discovered how life plays his trick on someone who should be dead? Maybe, the assertion that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger but what of that which kills you. What does it make you? I guess, life sometimes doesn’t turn out the way we had anticipated but that doesn’t mean that we stay in trenches, we just have to dust ourselves, pull the bull’s horn and continue the tug of war until we win. I was sprawled on the floor, unable to stand, my whole muscles crunched together, my whole body ached so much that I could feel being rejected by death.

Because while they’re watching each other, while they’re reacting, while they’re fighting in the open I’ll be rebuilding in the dark. Stronger. Smarter. Untouchable. And the next time I strike it won’t be a warning. It won’t be a message. It won’t be something they can recover from. It’ll be the end. Not just of what they built. But of them. Completely. And this time when my shadows come back they won’t scream when they die. Because they won’t die at all.