The Strongest Shall Survive Book Novels & Stories

“Why did you abuse that girl?” “The strong have to enforce the proper way of life.” He spat, then wiped his face with his shirt. “You think you’re strong?” “I’m stronger than her!” “You’re only stronger than her because she’s a child and hasn’t shifted yet. You know what that makes you? Pathetic. The strong are supposed to protect their pack, especially the children.” “The strong should take what they want, and the weak should serve them,” Abe interjected. “Shut up, Abe.”

“You’re going to destroy everything. This isn’t about strength or power—it’s about survival!” He laughed, a sound filled with a dark, twisted joy. “Survival of the fittest, Sera. That’s what this is all about. Only the strong will endure, and the weak will perish. It’s the natural order of things.” The ground beneath my feet trembled again, a low rumble that seemed to resonate with the energy emanating from the shard. I could feel the Shadow Stone in my pocket reacting, its power awakening, drawn to the shard like a moth to a flame.

Then, covering her face, she turned and ran, her broken sobs echoing through the square. A slow, terrible rage coiled in my stomach. Harken whipped back toward me, his face twisted in fury. "Look at what you’ve done!" he snarled. "There are so many males in the pack, yet you still won’t leave me alone!" His anger rolled off him in waves, but I merely stared at him in silence. Harken was acknowledged as the strongest warrior in the pack. No one doubted he would win the match. That this was all a setup to trap him into marrying me.

But even if she’s weak, will she survive the cruel fate glaring at her? She doesn’t deserve to end up like the previous Lunas and that is why she must remain submissive and obey every word I utter. She must not be courageous or rebellious against me. “Why do you want me to remain weak?” her almost silent voice chipped the thoughts floating around my head. “Don’t you want to live?” that was my only answer to that question. “Only the strong survive, the weak perish,” she responded. “In this case, it is the opposite.”

"Or have you suffered all this time alone?" "What good does telling others do?" I laugh miserably. "The world is full of ugly people, and most people only care about themselves. Our lives consist of killing or being killed. Only the strongest survive, and the weak are on their own." It was a sad truth that we all needed to accept when we were young. We couldn’t grow up weak, especially those of us who were born into high ranks. We had to prove ourselves; otherwise, we would live our lives watching our backs and sleeping with one eye open.

They rained their fists again and again into the wretched duo. I turned my phone on and called a rescue squad member. Then, I led my other colleagues on a two-day survival mission. Queenie and Shawn didn't die, but it was a near thing. We tied them up and set them aside, keeping them alive on the barest minimum of food. I was going to deal with them after we got back to civilization. I was the one running the company behind the scenes, but everyone thought he owned the business. His company could never have gotten off the ground if it weren't for me.

"This is actually a reverse harem novel. There are two romance routes in this story—one where Evelyn finds herself with Rafael, and another where she ends up with Xavier. You're the shared female antagonist in both routes," the system explained. I was at a complete loss for words. "Bet you didn't see that coming, didn't you?" I took a deep breath, then another. "System," I said. "Yes, I'm here." "Can I request to blow up this godforsaken world right now?" I gritted out.

BOOOOOMMM… BOOOOOMMM… “Fight!” Su Ruo shouted, immediately opening the way to attack, followed by the others from behind. It wasn’t just where Su Ruo was; the same thing was happening in other places, where they were being attacked by various strange beasts. The weak would die immediately, and the strong could survive—that was the law of the jungle, where the strong became predators and the weak became prey. BOOOOOMMM… BOOOOOMMM…

Every time he would look over at me, my body would warm up. "I know this is stressful", he uttered soothingly. "But, it too shall pass", he whispered. "What will be left of me when it does?", I asked, looking over at him. "All the good parts of the person you are right now. It will change you. There's no doubt about that. But, I believe you will grow from it. You are God's daughter", the way he spoke was as if he knew for sure. Without a doubt. "I'm exceedingly tired of being tested. I understand that God gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers, but I'm tired of being a warrior at war", I sighed, looking down at my hands.

“Cast out, beaten, called ‘lesser’ by those who chain themselves with feeling. They gave you this name to make you small, but I am here to tell you it is your glory.” A big rogue with a scar over his milky eye snarled. “We are strong — we live free.” “You live in ditches,” I corrected, my tone slicing through his pride. “You scavenge, you run — that is not strength, that is survival. I will give you more: I will give you purpose, and I will give you a world where the strong are not burdened by the weak.”