From Weak To Strong Novels & Stories

Equal. Unbreakable.

She pursed her lips and remained silent. Her mother sighed and commented, "My dear, it is fine if you grow stronger than your sister or if you do not reach her level. Do you understand what it means to be a strong person? Being strong does not necessarily imply being the strongest mage or Werewolf. It is about being self-assured and determined, and not being easily influenced or worried by others."

In a battle of wills against Stratin, victory was assured. He tugged twice more and failed to see a chance at success. A link this strong was not something Stratin was supposed to be capable of. It was hard to believe that the boy had some untapped strength lost somewhere in his subconscious. With no assurance of victory, he studied the link instead. In its weakness it was tight and strong, as two weak children bounding together would seem in the eyes of a large prey. It was powerful. No, not powerful. Powerful was a rod of iron: thick, dense and strong. This was more akin to two sticks bound together. Surprised, he removed himself from the link, disconnecting link and will from it. What lay

The earth shook beneath him as he struggled to regain his balance. “You may have power, Wendell,” I said, “but I have something you will never understand. I have loyalty, love, and the strength of my pack behind me.” With a roar, Wendell attacked me, his eyes blazing with fury. But I stood my ground, ready to face him head on. We clashed, each of us using all of our strength to gain the upper hand. Wendell was a formidable opponent, but I refused to back down. As we fought, I could feel Rhea vibrating in my chest. She was eager to join the battle, eager to sink her teeth into our enemy's flesh.

People, I'm weak. End of Text.

Whereas mine was the ability to look into a person's soul, apparently I could look into someone's soul as deep as I wanted if I learned how to use my powers. She then told me that even though I was a skilled mage there were certain problems I faced as my powers were stronger in intensity as compared to others due to the volatile nature of my soul. Hence, making me a potential target for the Black Mages who kept their frightening reputation at bay by draining strong and powerful souls like mine to increase their strength so as to one day take over every mage alive. I then asked her, where I came from? Did I have a family?

A whimper pushed past my quivering lips in response. "I'm okay," I sobbed stubbornly. "I'm strong," my voice betrayed me. "I know you are," he said cupping my face with one hand gently, gathering the tears. "You are one of the strongest women I know," he whispered against my forehead. "There's strength in vulnerability. There's strength in being weak too. And if you ever feel like you don't want to be strong anymore, Jackson and I are here for you. We'll be your strength," that made me cry harder.

he said, stepping closer again, “is exactly the problem.” I stilled. “What does that mean?” His gaze held mine. “It means,” he said slowly, “you are strongest when you are together.” My breath caught slightly. “And weakest,” he continued, “when you are not.” The words settled heavily in the air. I hated how true they felt. “I’m not weak,” I said. “No,” he agreed easily. “You’re unstable.” That stung. More than it should have. I swallowed hard, forcing myself not to react.

The world narrows. There’s dirt beneath my back. His weight above me. The scent of sweat and leather and him. My pulse stutters. “You hesitate.” he says quietly. “Strategizing.” “No.” His thumb brushes lightly along the inside of my wrist. “You feel.” My breath catches. “That’s not weakness.” “No.” he agrees softly. “It’s distraction.” His head lowers slightly - not kissing. Hovering. “You’re strong.” he continues. “But strength isn’t just force. It’s endurance. Control.” His knee shifts slightly between mine. My body responds before I can stop it. Heat coils low in my stomach.

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.”