Stronger Than Death Novels & Stories

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.

Stronger than before. Both knowing— This next clash— Would decide everything.

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?

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.”

For a woman to attain a powerful position in a criminal organization, she undoubtedly had to have numerous tricks up her sleeve. There was no way she would tolerate my existence. Evan's abrupt change in attitude was his way of protecting me by distancing himself from me. Unfortunately, he had no idea that a woman's jealousy couldn't be underestimated. Even though Evan showed nothing but affection for Carmen and loathing for me, she still wasn't going to allow me to continue living as his wife. Thankfully, Carmen killed me out of jealousy. It wasn't because Evan's identity as a spy had been discovered. I felt a sense of bitterness over the fact that I only found out about these secrets after

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?”

I asked. “You don’t fear even the most painful death. Yes. And, like me, without the fear of death, you have no fear of loss or heartache. Once you don’t fear pain and death, you don’t have the ability to truly love. It’s sad to see in one so young.” He scoffed. “Oh? Do you still have the ability to feel sad? How peculiar.” I said curiously. His angry expression told me, he could hear the mockery in my tone. I was laughing at him for a weakness I didn’t have. Patrick Devere was obsessed with being the strongest and most powerful. I would show him how powerless he really was.

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.