Stronger Than Death Novels & Stories

“It was. It will be. You are going to die, and I don’t know how to stop them!” “We’ll find a way. We know what we’re up against now. That's not nothing.” “No.” I shake my head. “There’s no way. They’re… monsters, Johnathan. They’re stronger than us, faster than us. And they don’t stop. Pain is like… steroids to them. It makes them stronger.” Johnathan's jaw tightens and his eyes darken. “They bleed don’t they?” he asks. “If they can bleed, they can die.”

"What if I died?" Olivia's almost inaudible mumble bounced off the walls of the bathroom, taking him by surprise. "You won't die because you have me." Sure, he might have endless power and wealth one could wish for, and he had access to the top medical resources in the world. But no doctor would guarantee success in treating late-stage cancer. Ethan might appear omnipotent, holding power over the life and death of other beings. But he was a mere mortal at the end of the day and powerless to save her from the hands of the Grim Reaper.

I dipped his cock in his mouth, silencing him. He finally died from the pain. I wiped the blood stain on his trouser and stood up. “I'm sorry, I had misunderstood the situation. Please accept my heartfelt apology.” I bent my head, my arm clung to my body. “You've got guts, Sal. First you interrupted my fun. Then you did something no one in the territory can do without my order. You even talked to me without trembling, aren't you afraid of death?” Dark asked. I swallowed hard. “Death has become a close friend. It knocks each day, and I've been able to overcome it until this day. Only the weak are afraid of death. Only the strong can challenge death.” I replied with my tone unwavering.

"You next in line? Even if I didn't get married, which I am, you still couldn't beat War. He'll always be better than you." Death's eyes narrowed and his attacks elevated to a fiercer level. Ribbons of red decorated Dagon's arms and even his neck as Death's energy swirled around them. "War doesn't even care about the soul. He doesn't see the benefit of taking all that power, but I do. You're weaker than me, you will give in." Holly forced herself away from the fight and rushed to Eros's side lifting his head. "Eros? Are you there?"

it intoned, the words rippling through dimensions like cosmic thunder. "We carry hope," I replied, my voice steady despite the magnitude of what we faced. "We carry love that transcends death, dreams that refuse to die, and the promise that tomorrow can be better than today." The battle ignited anew with intensity that dwarfed everything that had come before. But this time, we were more than soldiers or even heroes. We were a force of nature, a principle of existence made manifest in flesh and spirit and will. Void Hunters disintegrated when they drew too close, their entropy unable to maintain coherence near such concentrated lives.

I tell him again. He juts out his chest and stands to his full height. He towers over me like the trees that surround us. I wipe at my mouth and hold his gaze. “You keep saying that. I’ll be right here when you feel brave enough to try. I’ve killed humans far bigger, smarter, and stronger than you, little bitch. I’m moon favored and I will never die,” he boasts. “Everything dies.” “When my final battle is fought, I shall take my place of honor in the sky, close to the moon. My spirit will live on forevermore.”

"We don't know how many men he has, we don't know what we're walking into, and we're going in blind as we don't have a choice." Nikolai stepped closer, his eyes soft. "We've been in worse situations." "Have we?" "We're still alive, aren't we?" Dimitri laughed, though there was no humor in it. "Barely." Nikolai reached out and took his hand, his grip warm and firm. "We'll get through this. We always do." Dimitri squeezed his hand as the warmth of Nikolai's grip was the only thing that felt real anymore. "Promise me something."

But I won't die like her. I will be stronger. I will survive. And I will destroy everything that took my life—and the real Serena's life.

You can feel it, can’t you? The energy here… It’s power. Draw it in. Let it flow through you. You’ll grow stronger. You’ll surpass them all. I shut my eyes and kept walking. Temptations like this, I could resist. Being stronger than everyone else wasn’t what I wanted. I just wanted to survive. Then another voice slid through the fog, sharp as a blade. Have you forgotten how powerful you felt when you killed Desmond?

I feel blood dripping where his claws tried to tear me open. Time seems to slow down. All the anger I had pushed down builds and turns into a fire. The tangible ball of muck it created is now fuel for this fight. The rest of the world fades away. A renewed sense of focus fills my mind. I feel a sneer on my face as I look at him collecting himself. The only thing I can think of is how much I want him to die. How badly I want to tear him from limb to limb until the pieces are so small no one can identify him. Strength flows back into my arms and legs.