Stronger Than Death Novels & Stories

Was this the feeling of lose and longing? ‘I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it, goddamn it!!There’s no way I’ll lose to death again! I did everything! I became stronger! This isn’t my reality, I don’t believe it! No, it isn’t true. I’ll find her no matter what!’

"But our goals align. You want to survive your family. I want to demolish them. We can both win." "And if I can't do it? If I'm too weak?" "Then you'll die at twenty-five like you did before and I'll find another way." He says it so casually, like my life means nothing. "But I don't think you're that weak. Cowardly, yes. Pathetic, absolutely. But not weak. Weak people don't come back from death." Something in his words catches. "You believe me. About being reborn."

Over and over. You could be stronger than any man alive but there was difference between having strength and having fight. I had strength. What I didn’t have for so long was the fight. I’d lost it somewhere along the way. Maybe it was watching my friends die, the people I cared for die, watched as they all crumbled and yet I had to still be alive. My strength was useless without fight.

"You're stronger than you know, Sera. And tomorrow we're going to push harder." "I could die." "Maybe. But you'll die strong. Not weak. Not broken. Not as the wolf who let her mate throw her away without a fight." He started toward the main house. "Besides, you're not going to die. I won't allow it." "You can't stop death." "No. But I can make sure you're strong enough to fight it when it comes." One of Kade's men approached as we reached the house. "Boss. We have a problem."

Held them. "Then you'd better hope I die soon," she said softly. "Because every day I live is a day you have to remember that I exist. Every breath I take is a reminder that you couldn't break me. And when I finally do go, whether it's tomorrow or next year or fifty years from now, I'll go knowing that I was stronger than you. That I was better than you. That in the end, when everything else was stripped away, I still had something you'll never have." My voice was barely a whisper. I couldn't help it.

I have never heard of anyone stronger or could there be someone of some people who have more powers than Mother and her coven? No, I can't let doubt overtake me now, Mother and I have come so far and our connection is way more than the ordinary. I drink of the milk of nature and the world beyond and I dwell in the warmth of of the ancient mothers. I am strong. I was crafted and forged of the wisdom of the wisest people in the world so I cannot die an ordinary death. Other’s strength keeps me going. It is all I need for strength and it will continue to keep me. All I need to do now is to follow my mother’s instructions.

Curse her and say she was dying? "I didn't know she was sick! And how is her death automatically my fault? Have you already forgotten how she used to bully me when we were kids? She pushed me into a patch of wolfsbane! I nearly died because of her! She hated me! Why would she ever die for someone she hated?

Not after everything that happened two years ago. Before I could stop it, the words from that night flashed in my mind. “You know, I once read a quote in a book that said, ‘Weakness is a disease. If you don’t treat it, if you don’t cut it out of your life, it will consume you whole. And in the end, you’ll be the only one who suffers.’ So, Mr. Stranger, do you know what I think? Even if you die here— even if you jump, you’re the only one who will truly be gone. Everyone else will eventually move on with their lives. That’s how the world works. It’s cruel to the victims, even after death. So why don’t you live and prove everyone wrong? You said you were weak so why don't you live and become po

he said. As I quickly raised my hand to keep him quiet, I said, "Do not say death beside me because I never saw my death coming, and I don't plan on dying anytime soon. Do not force what is about you to happen to me because you don't know I might actually survive the rubbish they are planning. They can never do anything to me. I am stronger than that. They're supposed to know that. They're supposed to know that my wit is stronger than they are. And their actions will do nothing to me because I am not just strong; I am also very good at fighting. And they've forgotten the fact that I own one of these powerful packs in the whole werewolf territory. They are supposed to remember that anytime th

“Your death will fuel my rebirth. Every bit of power you possess, every gift you've gained — it will all become mine. And your precious mates get to watch.” Through our fading bond, I felt Kane and Zane's desperate approach. Their rage and terror washed over me as they finally reached the clearing's edge. I forced myself to stand straight, meeting Azrael's gaze without flinching. If this was my end, I wouldn't face it with fear. Wouldn't give him that satisfaction. “Even if you kill me,” I spat, “others will rise. You'll never win.” “Brave words from a dead woman.” Azrael raised his hands, dark magic gathering like a storm. “Let's test that theory, shall we?”