And Though She Be But Little She Is Fierce Meaning の小説・ストーリー

"Your feeble attempts to resist are nothing more than a futile struggle." Elysia's response was a defiant glare, her eyes ablaze with determination. "I may be just one, but I stand with the strength of many. The bonds that tie us together are unbreakable, and we will not yield to your darkness."

I tell the person, picking up my books and look up to see a beautiful girl with a small height, like 5’4 I think “Okay, I’m so sorry for bumping into you” she tells me, apologetically. “No problem” I tell her, again For a small person, she sure has a lot of strength, like the saying goes, small but mighty, I don’t know if that is a saying though. “By the way you were a total badass this morning” she tells me, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

How dare she speak of my Mommy like that? "You think you're strong?" she taunted, twisting beneath my hold. "You’re just a little wolf, pretending to be something you’re not. You can't stop me. You're nothing but a pup, no match for me. Even your stupid mother couldn't find out that she was talking to her killer and offered coffee. How pathetic!." Her words made my anger bubbling up like boiling Lava. My crimson eyes blazed with fury. But something within me hesitated. The rage was thick, but so was the cold reality that the woman thought she was stronger than I had anticipated.

“Only the strong survive in this pack, Ridge. You know it as well as I do.” My grip tightened, the rage inside me flaring hotter. “She’s stronger than you’ll ever be,” I snarled, my face inches from hers. “Because strength isn’t cruelty. It’s not venom. It’s standing tall when the world tries to drag you down. And Blake, my Blake… has more fight in her little finger than you’ve got in your entire rotten soul.” Her smirk faltered then, just slightly, but it only made me want to crush her pride further.

“You should have stayed small. You should have stayed convenient.” Her wolf—in her, not hers—stirred and she felt the animal’s teeth show beneath her skin. Not the gentle curl of affection but a tidal, hungry thing that wanted teeth and blood. The wolf’s voice was a low, brassy thread behind her thoughts: They look to her now. She is a beacon. You do not let beacons burn. It was not counsel. It was command.

She is none of those. She has a lower tone of voice than that of a normal girl. She’s not petite, she is always described as muscular by others who see her. She is not shy— she’s brave, she fears nothing and would always dare to be courageous and bold, she would always dare to break the barrier. She is strong, she is capable of doing things on her own, especially things that usually need the help of a male. She is not dainty, she is far from that. She considers herself as a warrior who is willing to step up on a challenge.

She fathomed there was no point in being verbose with him - He was not worth it and moreover, it was useless. "Your friend?" He roared and balled his hands into fists. She remained unmoved in spite of how furious he seemed. She refused to succumb to him. She refused to be weak in front of him, because she was not a weak person. She was strong and she would prove it to herself. "Yes," she stated, the single word heavy with defiance.

“Not your scary, end-of-the-world situation” I stilled. “Then what?”. She looked at me. Dead serious. “I’m hungry”. Silence. A beat. Then, I laughed. A real one. Unexpected. Uncontrolled. It slipped out before I could stop it. “You…” I shook my head slightly. “You’re something else, little mouse”. She rolled her eyes faintly. “I am not some small thing to break,” she said. “I told you, I’m as strong as a horse”.

I wrapped both arms around her, one hand stroking her back in long, slow lines, the other cradling the back of her head. “You’re allowed to fall apart,” I told her quietly. “You’re allowed to cry, to be scared, to be angry. But you’re not allowed to think for one second that you’re alone in this. Or that she wins.” She nodded against me, arms winding around my neck. “I just… I hate that she made me feel small again.” “You’re not small.” I pulled back just enough to look at her. “You’re fucking fierce. You stood up to her in the kitchen earlier. You came to me when it hurt. That’s not small, Rae. That’s strength.”