Weak To Strong Novels & Stories

“Why not? Why can’t I go?” “Per the agreement. While you’re carrying my child, you’re to stay with me. Think about it, Sierra. You’re safer with me. I won’t let them hurt you,” he said with force, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Wait—why should I do that? I already told you—I’ll carry this baby, but I want nothing to do with you.” “Why are you being so stubborn? Don’t you realize what’s happening to you? You think I don’t know every change you’re experiencing right now?”

I would rather have them explain things to me slowly and clearly. The course consisted of a climbing frame that went higher and higher until you reached a large iron rod or bar which I assumed was about seven feet high, from which you had to swing yourself onto a trampoline placed some distance away from it, to finally land on a rubber platform. Well... I was not prepared for this, it was only the first day, but they seemed to want us to push our strengths, maybe it only looked intimidating and was meant to test the courage of the mind. I still sucked at climbing frames and that wasn't going to help.

It took me an hour to calm down, and as time passed, I felt even worse about my behaviour. I kept recalling what he said about my miscarriages. I knew Andrew wasn't just physically strong; I had always admired his mental strength. I could easily believe that he suffered almost as much as I did, yet he pushed his feelings aside for both his pack and me. But I was too blind to see that. Sighing in regret, I slowly walked up the stairs. Andrew had his back to the door, and I knew he was still awake. I didn’t want to continue our argument, but I felt too ashamed to talk to him right now.

I said. “That’s the way I wanted it. I knew if you knew it was my idea that you were at the ranch, you’d never listen to a word Duke said.” Cutter was right, but I said nothing. “Look, Minus, you and I were never gonna see eye-to-eye back then, and as much as I liked you and some of your ideas, you were both a thorn in my side and a pain in my ass. You know how our business works. It’s all based on the balance of power and the display of strength. If we don’t show a united front, the Saints will appear weak, and the moment we appear weak, we’re done for.”

he roared and his voice echoed around the room and hit me again. A chill ran down my spine as my body stiffened involuntarily, “I will fix this!” I muttered. “What was that, boy!” “I’ll fix this!” I said, much louder and with more grit. “Oh you better, no child of mine will be a failure!” he growled and then he walked back to his throne and sat down heavily on it. “The strong make the decisions, the weak live with the consequences. You have been targeted because an enemy believes you to be weak… I didn’t raise a weakling.”

“White signifies low strength. Black signifies growing strength. Blue signifies shaky strength. Violet signifies moderate strength. Red signifies danger. Green signifies human strength. And human strength means such a wolf is hopeless from ever attaining wolf strength.” “So, there are wolves that can never overcome their weakness?” “Yes. Those sets of wolves belong to the green category. They’ve got natural strength. Just the normal human strength. Sometimes it’s genetics, their low motivation or the will of the goddess.” “And what does yellow signify?” I asked. Her expression was unreadable. I couldn’t tell if the look she gave was a good sign or a bad one.

Adrian stood by the far wall, arms crossed. “And you do not trust it.” I looked at him. “I trust it.” “But.” “But I do not trust what it looks like.” He nodded slightly. “Explain.” “Stability is not always strength,” I said. “Sometimes it is the absence of pressure.” Marcus looked up. “You think it has not been tested.” “Yes.” “Not recently.” That was the concern. The system had become strong through challenge. Through uncertainty. Through variation. Now. Those pressures had reduced.

I asked. Kael didn’t answer immediately. Instead he glanced toward the emptying yard, then back at me. “Because you shouldn’t be that bad.” I frowned. “That’s… oddly insulting.” “It’s honest.” He crouched slightly so we were eye level. “You’re not weak,” he said. I snorted. “Okay. Now I know you’re joking.” “I’m not.” “You watched me fall off a beam five times.” “Four.” “Still.” Kael tapped the step beside my boot.

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.”

I didn’t want to tell him what Father told me about him being too weak. "That I’m weak? And don’t deserve to be the king of this kingdom?" He let out a sigh before he continued. "I’m only weak because I kept myself on guard. Just because I follow him around doesn’t mean I’m weak. Strength is not just measured by being loud and being a show-off, sometimes strength is measured by being quiet while carefully planning how to reach your goals. I choose the latter, Lucija. I have nothing, to begin with, so I have to be careful with my every move."