Stronger Than Death Novels & Stories

Voices rose in panicked shouts. “They're too strong!” “Our weapons do nothing!” My heart hammered against my ribs. We were fighting with courage, with skill, with all the ferocity of our proud pack. But we were fighting against an impossible foe. The Death Goddess’s power was too strong, too pervasive. This was not a fair fight. This was a slaughter.

“Bigger like what?” “I don’t know, Diana. Honestly. We both saw nothing, didn’t we?” I snarled. “That’s not what I’m asking. You know something, Edric. What could possibly be bigger than death?” I stopped, and her soft frail figure collided with my hard-walled one, maybe because she was directly behind me and didn’t have enough power to stop as quickly as I did. “Curses,” I told her. “Curses are bigger than death. And when you summon a curse…”

"We are stronger together, stronger than any pack, stronger than any human! Do you hear me? We are unstoppable!" The soldiers around them faltered. Some fled, some froze, paralyzed by the horror of witnessing not two warriors, but a single, monstrous force of nature. The air seemed to vibrate with the intensity of their shared power. Even the wind seemed to bend around them, carrying fragments of their thoughts outward, whispering of death, fury, and madness.

Whereas mine was the ability to look into a person's soul, apparently I could look into someone's soul as deep as I wanted if I learned how to use my powers. She then told me that even though I was a skilled mage there were certain problems I faced as my powers were stronger in intensity as compared to others due to the volatile nature of my soul. Hence, making me a potential target for the Black Mages who kept their frightening reputation at bay by draining strong and powerful souls like mine to increase their strength so as to one day take over every mage alive. I then asked her, where I came from? Did I have a family?

“I don’t have all the power I desire right now, but soon enough, it will be mine. As for what you can do to stop me… the answer is nothing, you all are weak and pathetic and what’s worse, you tie yourselves down with weak people and family that only serve to make you weaker.” As I spoke, my goons nodded in approval, “That’s what sets us apart from you lycans, for us, we value strength!” “Yeah!!” they chorused in agreement. “Power!” “Yeah!” they chorused again. “The weak have no place amongst our rank, the weak are sifted away that is how we remain strong, that is why you all have to die, in the new world that I will create in my image, there will be no room for the weak.”

James asked, “Are you stronger than Xuri?” “Hmm…” After briefly considering it, Yhala replied, “Strictly speaking, we’re on par with each other. However, she’s a ruthless character. In a battle, she will have the upper hand. After her resurrection, the Death Ephialtes will be completed, so she’ll probably be slightly stronger than me. I’ve seen the Death Ephialtes before. It’s a magical yet very evil Supernatural Power.”

“I remembered the last time I died. And that ice felt like dying all over again.” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I don’t want to die,” she whispered. “I make jokes because I’m scared ALL the time. And I feel like… like a burden to the rest. They’re so strong and I—” “You survived because you’re strong,” I said firmly. “Strength is not only claws, or spells, or speed. Sometimes strength is screaming, crying, breaking and still standing the next day.” Lyra wiped her cheeks. “…That’s a stupid definition.”

It was everything we had gone through — the betrayals, the humiliation, the years of being pushed to the side — transformed into something larger than life, something with unstoppable force. “Strength isn’t enough,” I cried, my voice cleaving cleanly through the chaos like an edge of a blade. The clanging of swords came to a halt. Boots stilled. Everyone’s eyes were now on me, waiting. Watching. “Do you believe brute force will win this war? Is that anger alone going to sustain you?” My words weren’t soft. They weren’t meant to be. They were made of steel, designed to slice deep. "No. That’s what the weak think. That’s how they fight. And that’s how they die."

She struggled to squeeze out a word from her throat. In the face of life and death, he would have a strong embrace and embrace himself. His death would not be so terrible anymore.

"the world doesn't favour the weak people. The weak gets broken over and over again till they die." "Then make me strong. I don't want to die." Killian was determined.