Stronger Than Death Novels & Stories

’ I shook my head; I have no energy in me to even think. ‘I didn’t expect you to be so weak, your father was stronger, he fought and resisted, pitying him. He would be shameful of you’ her words ached, my dad was also killed like that, the thought brought tears in my eyes. At this point I realized, I was wrong, wrong from start. I always believed that being strong is enough but no, battles aren’t won by strength only, it needs a lot of other things to give you advantage over your enemy, I am late to understand this. ‘Since you have no wish, let’s make the death easy for you, consider it as my gift’ the same witch said sweetly, happy at her win. My eyes were barely open, I was panting, oxygen

you and no matter the truth, you’ll be discerning the information for grave uses. After fighting me you’ll surely join my ancestors and you won’t be able to come back to earth. Now tell me, do you still think I’m weak.” He asked, and after waiting for a while, “You’re not only weak, you have the bad taste in everything, you have nothing important to you in life and that makes you weaker than I am right now. All these craziness over bringing someone back to life and you call it power? You’re the weakest person I have ever met. You can’t even beat me when I’m in my weakest state. I’m stronger than you cause I have the love of so many pushing me forward.” I said, trying to mock him it worked b

“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.”

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.

"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?"

I need to get VENGEANCE! They say love is an emotion that can make even dead hearts beat again but I think hate is even more stronger. As I chanted the names of my debtors like a mantra, I found the will and strength to fight and stay conscious. This time, they wouldn't see me coming and I sure as hell wouldn't give them time to prepare.

Dimitri Volkov is the Ice Prince of the Bratva—cold, calculating, and utterly untouchable. Nikolai Petrov is the Demon of the Syndicate—volatile, unpredictable, and obsessed with one thing: destroying Dimitri. For three years, their war has painted the city red. When a fragile truce is called, they meet on neutral ground at the Colosseum, an underground theater built for blood. But the meeting is a trap, and they're ambushed by a rival gang looking to take them both out. Forced to fight back-to-back to survive, they escape—barely. In the aftermath, something dark and dangerous begins to grow between them. The hatred is still there, but now it's laced with obsession, with desire, with a