From Weak To Strong Novels & Stories

Cordelia fixed her eyes on the girl as Luna weakly nodded her head. "You feel powerless and weak? You believe everything is your fault, and in a way, it is!" Cordelia stretched out her hand, her warm palm touched Luna's cheek, and lifted her head. "Only when you are strong can you protect those you cherish. A weak person can not protect anything and only lose those closest to them, but a strong person can overcome anything. Now that she has become embroiled in your mess, the only way you can repay her is by becoming a stronger person. If she really means something to you, strive to become a person who can stand proudly by her side and fight away the danger with her."

Green sincerely and turned walking away with the nurses Jonathan looked down as he walked around slowly, he let out a low growl of anger and punched the wall hard. Marley jumped at the action as she watched him lean his head against it. She took slow steps and without thinking reached out, placing a gentle hand on his back and rubbing. The girl felt his back tense up at her action but slowly went away, Marley smiled a bit and watched as his breath eased, and then turned to face her. “It will be okay I'm sure you're mom is a strong woman, just don't let those bad thoughts get in your head,” said Marley softly and rubbing his arm gently

In the space of a heartbeat, I melted against him and closed my eyes, and wrapped my arms around him. “It's going to be okay,” he said calmly and I nodded. I had to believe him because if I didn't then I would completely crumble inside and become a shadow of myself and I didn't want to do that. I needed to be strong, I needed to get it together, and even If I was entangled in this big mess. I was still Luna. I still needed to show a sense of self control, a sense of strength and it wouldn't do any good for my reputation if I portrayed myself to be weak.

My heart sank. As they moved to take me again, anger finally burned hotter than fear. “You think this makes you strong?” I said. “Forcing someone weaker than you?” He paused, looking back at me over his shoulder. “I think,” he said evenly, “that strength is keeping control when weakness is inconvenient.” Then he turned away. Hands closed around me once more, dragging me from the hall as whispers followed in our wake. Human. Marked. Property. The bond thrummed relentlessly in my chest, tight and unyielding.

“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.

If Dan was telling the truth, then his nephew must be a monster like he was! “First and foremost, the one you call a sissy is stronger than you,” Mane gently lifted up his finger and said. The laughter ceased, and Lam looked at Mane in gratitude. He thought that Mane was trying to make him feel better. What he didn’t know was that Mane wasn’t lying. Although the boy in front of him looked muscular and strong, he was actually weak. Well, he was okay, but Lam was stronger. Lam’s strength and agility stats surpassed the boy’s by 0.3 and 0.4 points respectively, but his stamina was poor. However, it seemed that it wasn’t the boy who was weak, but Lam who was strong. The three other boys behind t

I want the real you. ...if you are fearless be fearless... ...if you are strong be strong... ...if you felt scared be scared... ...if you felt weak be weak... ...I don't want you to pretend to be someone you are not. Because by doing so, you will weigh us all down and the few of us cannot pull you all up once the worst happened. ... Our weaknesses will not define us, let's embrace them and work together to overcome them... ...I want the strong to uplift and protect the weak...

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?

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.