Stronger Than Death Novels & Stories

"They all tried but they all died at the hand of this great being, none could come near it, it was death, no one knew its weakness," "No one knew its weakness?" Alpha Grim asked. "Yes, my lord. Only death knew its weakness," She answered. Really? Death had weakness? What then was its weakness? "What is its weakness?" Mason asked in my stead. "It's most cherished," She answered laughing weirdly. "It's weakness is it most beloved, is fate his to know his weakness and never be able to run away from it? It will keep getting intoxicated until it is completely drowned and has no means of escape,”

At this moment! In the eyes of Zephyr Khan and others, an extremely huge figure was rushing toward them with a fierce and horrible momentum! "It looks like a walking corpse, and its Power seems to be much stronger than before!" Manniu's face darkened, and he looked a little serious. "This guy is really hard to deal with!" The more powerful an existence was, the more powerful his battle strength would be after he died. Although the zombie could not use its martial techniques, its physical strength was comparable to that of the powerful demonic beasts. It could not be defeated by ordinary people.

His touch burned, not with heat but with power, the kind that could crush me without effort. “Listen carefully, Aliyana.” His voice was a low growl, each word precise, sharp. “The weak die. The strong survive. That is the only law this world respects.” I jerked my head, but his grip only tightened, bruising my jaw. Tears burned hot in my eyes, not of fear, but fury. “You think strength is killing a man who never stood a chance against you?” I spat through clenched teeth. “That doesn’t make you strong. That makes you a coward.”

--- Trying to take her completely. --- But this time— --- Something pushed back. --- Small. --- Fragile. --- But real. --- A choice. --- Not to let go. --- Not yet. --- And as the darkness pressed in— As her strength balanced on the edge of nothing— As life itself became a question with no guaranteed answer— One final truth emerged: --- The moment you come closest to death— --- Is the moment you discover… --- If you still have something left to live for.

I don't know, but it made me feel stronger, even though I feel like I am dying. My gaze turned to the monster in front of me, and he was also electrified. He struggled to let me go, but I held on to him tighter. You are going nowhere but die, too. "You should've gone home earlier, so I won't have the chance to turn you all into ashes," I grumbled with all my emotions, and I smiled at him—a triumphant one. We are going to win this war. I could feel that he's getting weaker and weaker. And he is going to die, which is good.

His machete was fine even after being struck by those lightning bolts, but the hands that held them were charred black. “They lied. He is stronger than Anubis.” Sango swallowed a mouthful of air as he generated this dreaded thought. He had fought Anubis on a few occasions. After all, while Ra and Anubis rarely saw eye to eye, they both hated Sango equally and could agree on that. Sango was someone on par with Anubis, and he had snuck out some victories from underneath the feet of the god of death, as feeble as they were; however, faced with Thor’s full might and a blow that could not possibly be matched by mortals, Sango was forced back! He could feel his Godspark groaning underneath the wei

I told him and he shook his head. "Be nice babe," Miguel stated and I told him of course I'd be. I picked up Rai and set him on my lap as he watched me curiously. I felt an interesting feeling of being drained when I held him but, unlike a normal person I could refill whatever life force he took from me being the son of a God. I glanced at Miguel and knew with him being Life he wouldn't have sensed it. "You're not a nice boy," the child stated with accusing eyes. I chuckled and said,"I am Death, little one and am nice to those I chose to be." Rai blinked rapidly and fussed a bit before pulling off the tiara on his head and laying down against my chest.

Death tilts her head, thankfully not looking too suspicious of me. “She’s weak, not intimidating at all. If she has power, she doesn’t know it, so I suppose we don’t have much to worry about,” Death says dismissively, glancing back down at her book. I can’t help but frown, not expecting to be called weak, after everything I’ve achieved with Thoughts magic that has been passed upon me. In some ways, mine is stronger. I can’t help myself. “She’s not weak.” Death looks up from her book, narrowing her eyes.

The metal groaned and buckled as the Duke tore through the rotor housing with his bare hands. ​The explosion lit up the coast in a brilliant, terrifying orange. ​I slumped against the stone wall, the "Oxygen Debt" finally hitting me. Not because he was far, but because he was killing. The bond was feeding on the death he was dealing out, and it was making me feel stronger, faster, darker. ​I looked at my hand. The black vein wasn't just a line anymore. It was starting to branch out, forming the shape of a blade across my palm.

Theodore mumbles. I feel a sharp pain cut through my heart, one I haven’t felt in years. Along with my pain comes my anger. It’s no coincidence that my father died the same day as Ronan his best friend. The Inner Circle has something to do with this. I hear the small voice growl in my head and I flinch. I might have hated the man, Theodore King, but no one has the right to take his life from him, except me! “There might be hope after all.” Alex continues, watching me cautiously as he speaks. I feel my hands visibly shaking from the anger I’m feeling.