Stronger Than Death Novels & Stories

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?”

Death would knock you down I will hold you stiff Strong is my will Strong be your will within Culturing storm Many dwell in pain You are a different living You be different in your living Believe you Believe me Death won’t carry you Away Ever from me Ever ever from me Be strong within Be strong within I know you care for life You dream But remember life isn’t safe Only if you disbelieve Your own strength within With a strong self Nothing will fail you Nothing will fail me Do not count coins Count stars you want to reach Progress beyond infinity You are not born for limits You will counter success You will set new peaks What time couldn’t serve You will give the world For you dream On the bed

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.”

I made you CEO because I wanted you to have a dream to chase, so you could stand tall next to me. "But you treated me as if I was just a stepping stone, as if you could just lie to me and toss me aside." My voice turned sharp, cutting through the silence. "I could lift you up to the top. And I can throw you straight back down." I tilted my head, smiled coldly. "Actually, no. That's not right." "I didn't lift you to heaven. I was your heaven." The words broke whatever fight Richard and Iris had left. Iris sat frozen, her face as pale as death as she whispered over and over, "It's over… it's all over…"

"With preparation, allies, and the element of knowing they expect us. Elena has offered Nightshade warriors as backup. Elder Thomas wants to send Silvermoon loyalists to help secure the territory once we find it." "And what about you?" I turned to Drake. "You are not fully healed. This could kill you again." "Aria." Drake gripped my shoulders, forcing me to meet his eyes. "We are the same, you and I. Death is not our enemy anymore—it is our power source. The closer we get to death, the stronger our rebirth abilities become. If this is a trap designed to kill us, we will just come back more powerful." "That is insane," I whispered.

Every passing second and millisecond tightens his death grip. Am guessing this is it. This is my death means abd where I die. I slowly and gradually quit struggle. I perform the unthinkable. I gaze deeply into his red blaze like eye's. I'll probably be dead. Breaking a rule shouldn't hurt. Or so I thought. He strengthens his grip. I gasp more. My life force slowly and gradually pull off me. I battle for dominance but alpha Ron's grip ain't any mere death grip. It kills faster than imagined.

I scream in agony as a fresh wave of pain and clarity hits me. He truly is gone. Dark tendrils of fire begin to claw closer to her, as she keeps chanting, trying to push them away, but she forgets, I am stronger… “Even in death, he is my strength, because he never wanted me to fall weak!” I scream, as I raise my hand making a grabbing motion. Dark tendrils of fire mimic my movement, wrapping around her arms and throat. A scream leaves her lips, but it’s cut off when the tendril wraps tighter around her neck, choking her, burning her and torturing her at the same time.

She kept going, her voice getting that rhythm old people got when they were about to lecture you. "En styrkur þinn er veikleiki. Eins og kona sem grátur blóð en neitar að þurka augun. Eins og barn sem öskrar í myrkri en neitar að kveikja ljós. Þú gengur með dauða barnið þitt og kallar það líf." But your strength is weakness. Like the woman who cries blood but refuses to wipe her eyes. Like the child who screams in darkness but refuses to light a candle. You walk with your dead child and call it life.

he stopped at the door to look at us again. "What?" Viper asked. "She doesn't need us. Neither of them do. All we do is bring them down. They are too good for us and I think that deep down we all know it. That's why we ordered them around. That's why we kept them at arm's length. That's why we treated them like they were less than us. Just looking at them showed us what real strength is and we all know that deep down we are weak." he half smirked and shook his head.