You're Impossibly Fast And Strong Novels & Stories

I had just run at an incredible speed yet even with the ability to run faster than I had ever done in my entire life I was no match for Carson and his inhumane speed. “Don’t gloat” I groaned pressing my palm flat to my stomach in hopes to ease the stitch quicker “I’m not fast like you, I’m so out of shape I probably don’t have the strength like you guys either” I glanced over at Levi and Axel lifting weights as if it was nothing to them. why was I not strong like them? it’s obvious I’m different to them. Did I even want to be like them?

He interrupted. Jacquard spoke," I will like to engage in bizarre adventure. I also like to have super strength, so I will be able to hurdle big buildings, castles, and Leap tenth of Miles; run faster than a streamlined train; withstand anything than a "bursting shell"; lift a train over my head; and be able to fight and defeat thousands of Zuluh warriors, those evil being, within few minutes."

I said and amps up my speed further. Its movements were eerily silent, yet also incredibly fast as well. This was definitely giving me a headache. 'This might be the case, but my strength is just equal to you… and I haven't yet used up all my energy.' "I shall overcome you!" I firmed up my resolve and equipped the shortsword, gripping it even tighter.

“H-How is this possible?” “How can your body be so strong?” “No, this isn’t real!” “I can’t accept this—”

It was as if a dam had broken, releasing power I'd never known existed. My body thrummed with it, vibrated with it, blazed with it. My vision sharpened impossibly. Every detail of the cave became crystal clear. My hearing amplified until I could pick out Rye’s his heartbeat, his breathing, the rustle of his fur. And the strength – I felt like I could lift mountains. Like I could run forever without tiring. Like I was invincible. Before I consciously decided to move, I was already in the air. I launched myself at Rye with speed that defied physics, covering the distance between us in a heartbeat.

I even started running faster than before. My stamina and strength had both increased, and the discovery filled me with excitement. When I returned home that evening, Chris told me to come outside for another fight. Instantly, I became extremely nervous. He looked at me and chuckled. “If you face an enemy looking like that, they won’t show you any mercy. In fact, you’ll only give them a reason to kill you quickly. People with strength respect people with strength, and powerful people make way for powerful people. No one tolerates the weak.”

Today felt different, though; she could feel the energy coursing through her veins, stronger than ever before. Her abilities were remarkable—super strength, control over the air, and the power to summon thunder and lightning. She could manipulate trees and communicate with animals, forging bonds with the natural world around her. But despite her impressive skills, there was always a part of her that felt she needed to do more. Dario, her mate, often told her that she was already strong enough, that her powers were extraordinary and that she should embrace them as they were. But Marissa knew deep down that strength was not just about what she could do; it was about growth, about pushing bound

His suit concealed muscles tightened, extraordinary strength hidden beneath his clothes, different from an ordinary human. Andrew's skills were surprisingly impressive, his speed extremely fast. His punches seemed incredibly powerful. Every hit on those thugs made them bounce off like soccer balls, crashing into the wall. Isabella was astonished, covering her mouth. She felt like she was watching an exciting action movie, where the male protagonist fought, looking particularly cool. In what seemed like a blink of an eye, those thugs were all lying on the ground, rolling in agony. The lightly injured ones were already scared witless, fleeing as fast as they could.

And I am fast. Goddess, I am everything they swore on these very grounds I would never be. I hit the rogues at the bunkhouse door at a dead sprint, and they break against me like water against stone, and it is almost too easy, almost insulting, after five years of training for exactly this.

“He's truly an outstanding student of mine. Can you believe he's even the fastest runner on the track? I'm telling you, there's no questioning his abilities anymore. He's hardworking and never gives up. He genuinely amazes me. He's still so young, yet his fighting spirit is incredible. It's insane! Every time I teach him, I end up feeling motivated myself.”