From Weak To Strong Mga Nobela at Kwento

' I said as I felt worthless and vulnerable. 'You're not weak; you're stronger than all of us.' Richard said it with a reassuring smile. 'Strength comes in many forms, and your compassion and resilience are what make you a true leader. Your ability to connect with others on a deep level is a gift that not everyone possesses.' I felt a surge of warmth and gratitude as his words sank in, reminding me that my worth was not defined by my physical abilities alone.

"Strength is knowing that power is meant to protect, not just destroy. Strength is having the ability to crush your enemies but choosing when and how to wield that power." I swept my gaze over them, locking eyes with those who had whispered the loudest in their doubt. "You say I have changed. That I have become weak. You think because I allow my mate to stand at my side, I have lost my edge." I let a sharp breath escape my lips, a dark smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. "You couldn't be more wrong."

"You became weaker, didn't you?" "No, I became stronger!"

Marcello looked at him and explained, “After experiencing the challenge myself and observing you while you tried to pass the barrier, I hypothesize that this formation acts according to one’s strength. The stronger you are, the stronger they will be.” “Really?” James was puzzled. “Yes.”

“Your magic is weak but I am strong let me help.” I growled low, almost as hard as and ferocious as the animals around me and the attack began. The first one lunged and I sent back with a shower of ice shards, it's body too dense it shook off the attack and reared up to attack again while the other three made a lunge for it, High grade magic burst forth from the tips of my fingers in succession, but like all animals they could sense the fear and weakness coming off me, even with one's leg hanging limply they still kept coming and my spells kept getting weaker, my defense weaker, I was losing.

The Wild willows’ secret which they kept well. Alpha Justin wasn’t always sick, he used to be the strongest warrior of Wild Willows and the only one with the Alpha’s blood running in his veins in the pack. He had won the Wild Willows the name ‘strongest pack’ in the days of his glory and strength before the misfortune befell him. He fell victim to poisoning which eroded his immune system and left him pale and sickly. “You know you shouldn’t be standing for long, and by the window at that. What if you catch a cold?”

She was stating to feel a lot more comfortable around him and protected. "How does it feel to be so powerless?" He retorted. He separated two branches that had crossed from the opposite direction and serving as an obstacle to their route. "You have so much power, I don't even understand it. The first time we met, I thought you would be the size of a rock with your earth shaking steps and your thubderous voice but you were doing that without any of those things and you can shift into a beast... no offense, it must be so... it is endless!" She shook her head in amusement.

“Better than I expected after two weeks of inactivity.” “I feel weak. Clumsy. Nothing like I was before.” “You’re seven months pregnant. Weakness is relative.” She handed me water. “But your power is still there. Still strong. We’re just retraining your body to channel it efficiently.” Sunday’s training focused on scaling-using minimal power to affect one wolf, then gradually increasing to affect multiple wolves simultaneously

--- --- They build. They shape. --- --- They define. --- --- And this one? --- --- This one had just strengthened everything they were becoming. --- ---