You're Impossibly Fast And Strong Novels & Stories

But calculating too fast to stay passive. Ready for the next move.

‘Well done,’ I linked her, sending a warm wave of love through the bond as I engaged the foe in front of me. We traded blows, each of his feeling like a ten-ton hammer. These hybrids were beyond strong. He didn’t tire, didn’t slow, and that was terrifying. I was drawing on Nemo’s speed to meet him hit for hit, but it wasn’t sustainable. We needed to find some kind of weakness if we were going to win this.

“I am everything that you need. I might not have healing powers, but I have supernatural speed, I am one of the best shape-shifters…” A venomous growl left my mouth. “Can you keep quiet…” my fingers squeezed into folds and I was trying so hard to control myself but those words that left her mouth triggered all the senses in my head. Her words were like a knife that twisted into my heart, twisting deeper and deeper until a point where I could take the pain no more. “Apart from my extraordinary power, I am the reason you are not dead, but you threw it out for that cursed—” Before she could complete her words, I lunged forward, moving at the speed of light.

I pulled him off to the side to talk to him privately. “You looked excited about the idea, but it didn’t last. Would you like to talk about why that is? You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but I’m a great listener,” I told him, offering him a soft smile. He was tall and lean, someone who was most likely fast. Speed could often be someone’s greatest strength. Everyone tired out eventually, so those who could evade their opponent long enough would have the upper hand. Someone could be the strongest person out there, but he was powerless if he could not hit his opponent.

This time, they didn't dare to let their guard down or underestimate me just because I'm weaker and thought that I was like others whom they could easily toy with. After seeing me fight and how fast I was, if they didn't watch me clearly, they would think that I teleport from place to place, however it was all due to the strength in my muscles. I could run so fast to the point that they could think I teleport. Of course, I'm not that overpowered, after all, I'm not the protagonist, but rather cannon fodder. I still need to suffer from soreness and am bedridden for days after this, especially since I used my strength and the muscles in my legs. However, they sniffed in the air and then realiz

“Now, let’s see how fast you can run.” Zyra took her position at the starting line. Marcus blew a whistle, and she sprinted forward, her feet barely touching the ground. She moved with the grace and speed of a wild animal, covering the distance in a blur. “Your speed is incredible,” Marcus said as Zyra came to a stop, barely winded. “You’re faster than any Lycan I’ve ever seen.” Zyra grinned, feeling the adrenaline coursing through her veins. “Let’s push it further. I want to see just how strong and fast I can get.”

He said briefly. With each passing moment, the tension within me grew by a thousandfold. “You can let me know when you make up your mind. But remember, this is your calling.” This is hard. I have a life here. I have him, Oriel, Liza, Fiona and these are my world, my people, the ones that make me want to do better. I've always thought my exceptional strength was because of too much training, and when it got heightened recently, I didn't let it bother me.

I feel a power within me, ancient and wild, urging me onward in the face of danger. Without hesitation, I charge toward the creature, my movements fueled by a newfound strength and purpose. Its pointy legs lash out at me, sharp and deadly, but I move with uncanny grace, dodging each strike with lightning-fast reflexes. The sticky strands of webbing that surround me seem to part effortlessly as I weave through them, my movements guided by an otherworldly agility.

But then he spoke, his voice low, almost haunted. “I remember the heat. The burning. It felt like I was dying. I should’ve died. But instead... I came back. Stronger. Faster.” “Faster? Stronger?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. “In what way?” He sighed, a deep breath, like he was preparing himself to share something personal. Something raw. “I can move faster than a normal person. My reflexes are off the charts. And... there’s more. I’ve got energy manipulation now. I can control it, push it out of my body and use it like a weapon.”