The Strongest Shall Survive Book Novels & Stories

“You don’t get to choose, Nora. Power never asks permission. It just takes.” My hands clenched into fists. The heat thrummed in my veins, not fire exactly, but something heavier—like molten chains wrapping around me from the inside out. “Then what the hell am I supposed to do with it?” Silence. No one had an answer. By the time the flames died down, the stronghold was nothing but blackened stone and twisted iron. The survivors—our survivors—stood in clusters along the outskirts of the ruins. Wolves with blood-soaked clothes, hollow eyes, jaws clenched too tight to speak. Milo was among them, his arm wrapped in a crude bandage, smoke curling from the cigarette clamped between his lips.

"Fenrir, please you ha....have to make him stop. I know you're strong enough to fight him. It's your body, not his. Don't let him use you like this." Zel looks at Luna and starts to smile. "You really think it's that easy for him don't you." He says as he wipes his face with his blood-soaked hand. "Why does everyone think that everything is going to turn out for the best? Nothing in this world will turn out the way you want it too, that's just the way things work. In this world power is everything, the strongest survive while the weak die." "You're wrong, the strong protect those who can't protect themselves."

The space Reacting. “You misunderstand,” he said. “For something to remain stable, it must remove conflict.” “and you think that’s strength?” “It’s survival.” No. It wasn’t. Because survival without choice wasn’t living. It was existing. and Zayden was more than that. I stepped forward. the ground resisted. not physically. Internally. like something inside me was being pushed back. stripped. The bond what little remained flickered. Faint. Fading. “No,” I whispered. grabbing onto it. holding. refusing to let it go. the man watched. careful now. Interested.

I said. In my past life, I'd witnessed too many occasions of humans turning out to be more savage than zombies when they wanted to eat. They would do everything they could to get a mouthful of food. After the zombie outbreak, morals and laws meant nothing. Survivors would do anything to stay alive. The bad memories made me tremble uncontrollably, but a warm hand on my cheek pulled me back to my senses. Mom said gently, "Things must've been hard for you, sweetheart."

This kind of attack is not the usual, but if a wolf pack is not able to get enough food to last the winter they become desperate, sometimes enough to even attack human settlements. Win or lose they still manage to survive, if they win they get food, and if they lose their numbers diminish, thus needing less food to survive. Only the strongest wolves can survive in the harsh environment of the far south, and among the wolves the strongest one is their pack leader. Its a huge wolf almost the size of a horse, its blue and silver colour mimic perfectly the white of the snow on the ground and the open sky respectively. The mere sight of its fangs is enough to make some faint, and he stands proud

The two of us. The voice in her head is always convincing. She owed to that voice that she is still alive. She is the only one that makes her strong . I will always be with you, Meghan. It said reassuringly. I will protect you. The streets of New York is not something you can joke about. Even the homeless are protective of their territory. You can not survive if you are weak. She had encountered hurdles but survived them. At the beginning he tried to succumb but eventually fight back. They would bully you if you even showed the slightest of weakness. Never get emotional around this people. If you want to survive ,never pity yourself. Save your neck.

Vincent ordered. The henchmen nodded and they tried to take Miller away from the room with force. Even though Miller was trying to struggle hard to keep on uttering his opinions about Vincent’s bad side, Vincent ignored it. The henchmen were also having a difficulty to pull the strong guy. Miller was too strong.

He deems the young man unworthy, not only that but the blessings came from someone he detests. Looking back, the young man was indeed strong. If he would guess, he was much stronger than the young lady. Then he decided to erase him first, he must eliminate the strong. As a proud warrior of God, he has an honor to keep. If they cannot survive this, then they do not deserve their lives. Only through constantly being on the edge of your life would you truly become strong. The more peaceful their environment was, the fewer chances for growth That's what Arnold firmly believed. Considering they are in the middle of this mess, they must be confident. It doesn't matter who's right or wrong, the onl

Those three weren't humanity's last hope; they were three predators dividing the world during the apocalypse. Once Hayley knew they existed, only two outcomes remained. Either she devoured them, or they devoured her. There was no third option. If one side showed weakness, it would be eaten first. Survival of the fittest. Winner takes all. Losers get nothing. That was why Hayley couldn't tolerate being weak. She had to become stronger. Before the Ark bases even realized she existed, she needed to surpass them. Only strength could give her a sense of security.

In their world, the strongest lived by one truth: move forward or die trying. That was Sheena's fate, and it was his, too.