World's Strongest Woman Novels & Stories

inquired a voluptuous woman with a slight smile, seated at the main position. She was the leader of the Scorpion Gang, an enchanting beauty. Men swooned over her, wishing to possess her. Superficial appearances aside, many men had met their end in her embrace. A femme fatale, indeed. "Madam, it's an outsider. According to the intelligence, he possesses intermediate-stage Martial Overlord strength," replied a sturdy man, never daring to meet her gaze. "Oh? With just that level of strength, daring to oppose the Scorpion Gang? How audacious," remarked the woman, nonchalantly toying with a scorpion on the back of her hand. This level of strength was hardly worth consideration.

She wasn’t going to be one of those women. If she had to roll around on the dirt floor to become strong, she would in a heartbeat. She would fight through it all to achieve her goal. That was how Yuna became after living the life of a strong independent woman in her previous life. If that was all it took, she could endure all the muscle aches and future bruises.

She was the most powerful woman in Italy, tied to the most dangerous man in the world. She reached into her pocket and felt the pearl derringer. She wasn't a model anymore. She was a Santoro. And she was just getting started.

"Let me go," hissed Chelsea, wincing in pain. She jerked her arm, attempting to free herself from Amora's grip. Yet her strength was no match for the woman before her. Despite Amora's slimmer figure, years of trials and tribulations had hardened her into someone much stronger than the average woman. While her strength might not measure up to men like Regis, taking on Chelsea was child’s play. ‘Damn it! How is she this strong?’ Chelsea fumed internally.

Many were getting maimed or slaughtered by older, battle hardy males who were hoarding females. I was never worried about being hoarded by such males. Nobody wanted to square off with Remus. He had even frightened the two friends I had made into staying back. Kita would then speak to me through the woodline, under scrutinizing glare of Remus. Remus had never favored Kita, who was a rogue male. Kita was female crazy and eccentric. Too full of life and not enough of sense, Remus would say.

I just had yet to shift and get my wolf strength. I wasn’t physically as strong as these men. Unfortunately, this was something extremely difficult, if not impossible, to achieve. (And some women do achieve it.) Nature gifted female less physical strength and more brainpower in comparison to male. If only nature hadn’t done that injustice then maybe the world would be different now.

In the Beast Galaxy, David and Amadi were besieged by dozens of powerful people of the same level, and they were facing certain death. Celeste's voice not only scared the galaxy beasts sh*tless, but it also shook Celia and the women to their cores. Their previous impressions were that a woman could never catch up with a man. There were very few strong women on Earth. Selena was an exception. Now, there was a female powerhouse of Celeste's level. It could be said that after this incident, Celia and others began to slowly change their perspectives. It turned out that women could be so strong.

'' Anindira even made a KO face when explaining it, making them laugh at Anindira's style, which was just as innocent as Gavriel's when explaining it. ''So what is the level of the strongest man in your world?'' asked Ruvi curiously. “The level of the strongest male in my world?! With men in your world, who can be balanced?'' asked Anindira, who was answered with nods from them. ''Perhaps, the weakest man from the Herbivora Clan!'' Anindira exclaimed with certainty, matching her confident face. ''HA?'' They all compactly made an astonished face with frowning foreheads.

She mused, peering at me with content amusement. “I…I… do not understand. Your Majesty.” I stuttered, oblivious of what she was saying. She halted in front of me, peering at me with a smirk. “During my own time,” she began. “I connected to the one power as easily as buttter sticking on bread. I broke a record. The youngest person to embrace the source and thus named the strongest breed of the previous century.” She paused, scoffing as if something came to mind. “Morgana is the strongest breed of this century and just like her and I. Everyone who has a source or even the tiniest link to the one power has something in common.”

“Plus, you being a man or lady doesn’t truly define who you are. It is what you do that does. And in a world like ours, it is what you can do to stand through a storm. Maybe, once upon a time, it was a definition of strength, but you need to remember that history does have the strongest of women as well.” “Oh really?” “Yes. There are princesses and queens who made the world bend the knee to their will. There are queens who fought their own battles. And there are men who called themselves kings when they hid around and about doing nothing but get drunk, fuck, and do nothing more than watch a few consorts dance around for their pleasure.” I said calmly, watching as she put her book down. She s