Anime Weak To Strong の小説・ストーリー

“Unbelievable!” “That’s what I said.” She threw her hands in the air, symbolizing how confused she was. The cruel and ruthless Alpha of the deadly Fang pack helps his personal maiden and checks up on her when she’s diagnosed with a high fever. That would make quite a good gossip, and who knows if this time I wouldn’t be able to defend myself against the maidens who have had him at heart for quite a while now. “You have a declining body, and your regeneration is not even close to 1%, but somehow your body looks fresh and your strength keeps increasing.” She grabbed my hand, tightening her grip on one of them while using her thumb to search for my veins.

I slam my fist down on the table, producing a giant fissure through the wood. Fiona's eyes widen at my strength, as do my own. I stare up at Kol and Kaden, who are flanking me. "What the hell?" I hiss. Kol smirks, "there are a few reasons.. One being, your mate is an Alpha so you become stronger. And two, when you're angry, through our connections, you take our anger also. This gives you more strength than either one of us." I open my mouth, "I'm stronger? Than? You? Two?"

The woman who carried herself as though nothing in this world could ever bring her to her knees. She looked painfully fragile. Nearly all the color had drained from her face, and despite Ania’s treatment, her breathing remained faint and shallow. Even unconscious, her brows were drawn together, as though her body were still trapped in a pain it could not escape. My hand tightened around the edge of the bed. “I don’t understand.” Ania glanced at me. “She’s one of the strongest werewolves I’ve ever met,” I continued. “Even an average wolf can survive the pain of their mate marking someone else. It may break them physically, but it shouldn’t leave them this close to death.”

Jack's ridiculous friends laughed showing their weird-shaped tooth. Ace didn't reply, he stayed silent. Jack chuckled and looked at him with a glare. A sudden gush of pain jolted through Ace's body. His stomach ached, his arms lost tension and his legs began to weaken. 'He will not get the better of me,' he thought as he dropped to the ground. His tongue was soaked in the taste of blood. Bruised and wounded, with a leg in agony, His head was pounding. Jack's kicks and punches kept on raining his body and he couldn't do anything.