You're Impossibly Fast And Strong Novels & Stories

“I noticed it during the run here. Her physical conditioning is exceptional. Surpasses some veterans.” I seize the lifeline without a heartbeat of hesitation. “That’s right. Enhanced physique. Peak human conditioning.” I stride to a rickety wooden chair left near the wall. All the fury, the helplessness, the sheer unfairness of it all—I channel it into my fist and drive it down. The chair doesn’t just break. It explodes. Wood splinters into a dozen pieces, clattering across the floor. The memory of shattering my family’s glass table flashes in my mind. Yeah. My strength is… not normal.

Well, he certainly hasn't changed, still, the annoying jerk who put glue in my shampoo. "I never asked to be next in line, my mom is, hence I will be. I am stronger than I look, I don't rely on muscular mass to defeat someone. I am faster, much faster than you think, I don't rely on physical strength, because I make use of flexibility, I train in gymnastics and particularly holds you cannot get out of. So maybe you hear the whole thing before insulting me "He rolls his eyes and pushes his hair back, and casually goes into my room!!

"You are an incredible person, not because of any gifts or powers. Your strength, compassion, and resilience are what makes you so special to us." "You are more than enough, Mate." He added.

he said. He isn’t lying, with werewolves they are all different. Some are faster than others, others are stronger, and some have a stronger nose than others. Justin is the fastest in our Pack, when someone runs, or a rouge steps into the Pack territory he is the first one to get there. And even strength wise, I am no one compared to a Beta. I could hear his footsteps behind me getting closer and closer. I felt his hand on my shoulder and the next thing I knew I was flying in the air.

I could feel him tugging at my gown buttons and just as he was about slipping my gown off my shoulder, I felt something surging through me, like some sort of strength Thinking about nothing else, I gave into the voice and gathered all the strength I could get before pushing him off. He landed with a loud thud on the ground, and I didn't miss the opportunity to sprint up and run for it, faster than I ever did, which was surprising. I had never ran this fast before, and it felt like something was giving me strength to run.

My punch had shattered their preconceived notions, rendering me a force to be reckoned with, a contender who had harnessed a raw and undeniable strength. As I stood there, the reality of the situation became abundantly clear. My victory was not simply a triumph of physical prowess; it was a display of the power that resided within, a testament to the determination that fueled my actions. The dent in Theroid's armor was not just a dent—it was a symbol, an emblem of the strength that lay dormant beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed.

I needed freedom to unleash it, to run wildly through the feral wilderness, feeling the wind in my hair as my legs carried me with an exhilarating speed. Standing there in the restroom, the desire to sprint was almost uncontrollable. I could do anything now, with strength and speed that I'd never known before. My legs itched with the desire to take off, to feel the thrill of running through the open expanse. I felt powerful like I could conquer any challenge that came my way, cut through anything and devour anyone.

I smiled, even though no one was looking at me. Feeling strangely strong, I jumped out of bed. Someone was expecting one of my special visits and that voice in my head seemed to agree with me. I went down the stairs at an abnormal speed. Could I always move so fast? I hadn't noticed that I was so agile so far, but I was focused on myself. I figured I would have to feel weak, but for some unknown reason, I felt stronger than ever in my life. It felt like someone else dictated my movements, making me faster, stronger.

Shot at the air all around me. I swallowed down the urge to fall to the ground. Forced my legs to keep moving. There was a screaming pain in my side now. Stung like a thousand bees never could. Being fit and being skinny was not mutually inclusive, I had just realized. Just because I weighed closer to a brick than a person didn't mean I could run any faster.

I stopped on that spot when Emery threw herself to me. Despite her eagerness to hug me, I felt that she was trying to be very gentle as though I would be crushed if she would make one rash move. I understand it. Even Emery looks utterly soft, her body is different. She is strong, may not be as strong as Carter or the other males in their family, but still way more stronger than any human alive. Plus her skin is also impenetrable like Carter's. Carter said it's actually a basic characteristic of their kind. Having impenetrable skin, extraordinary senses, and super speed.