I'm You But Stronger Novels & Stories

“You’re not weak. You’re not unworthy. You’re stronger than they’ll ever understand. But you need to believe that first.” Derek crossed his arms, his gaze intense. “Lucas is right. You’ve got more strength in you than you realize, Carina. And we’re here to help you find it. To remind you of who you are.” “And who am I?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Lucas stepped closer, his eyes locking onto mine. “You’re Carina. A fighter. A survivor. And one day, you’re going to make them all regret ever doubting you.”

“You won’t fail.” “If I- you won’t fail Luca, you are the strongest person I know, you are powerful, even when you are weak, you are stronger than most, you stand with authority, you command and you lead, you bestow you authority on people and you make the world listen, you can never be weak Luca,” I whispered His hand rested on my waist, our temples resting against each other

protested a man who looked so wizened that he was practically bent in half over his cane. “I felt it, and I told it what to do, and it responded. My powers are far stronger than they were, and they grow stronger daily. Remember that I can be either a powerful ally, or a foe to be reckoned with. If you try to force my hand again, I won’t hesitate to respond to that threat.”

Like I was always meant to stand here. Not as the girl I used to be. But as something more. Something stronger. Something unstoppable.... Because today… I didn’t just become Luna. I became power.

I unleashed a blast of energy, a brilliant beam of light that cut through the chaos like a knife through butter, striking the mastermind square in the chest. They let out a screech, a sound that pierced the air, a sound of pure rage and frustration. “Impossible!” the mastermind snarled, their form flickering and distorting under the impact of my attack. “You should not be able to—” “I’m stronger than you think,” I said, cutting them off. “Stronger than you’ll ever understand.” I pressed the advantage, pushing forward with a relentless assault, each strike more powerful than the last. I could feel the energy coursing through me, a boundless well of power that seemed to grow with every second,

Grasp the valorous act, yet still fill it with real humility. Dust off the weakness, and prove your strength as a powerful individual. Do something. Just do something more.

Complete. And powerful. I couldn’t explain it, but I felt stronger than I ever had. Like nothing in this world could touch me as long as she was by my side. Her presence amplified everything—the connection to Amarok, the energy running through my veins, the sheer force of my being. I was invincible.

"But I can feel that it's you, you can't fool my ability." "But I can feel that it's you, you can't fool my ability."

All these years, I’ve been built for this. I laugh again. I’m sure I look like a crazy person right now. But I don’t care, because this is it. This is the moment I realize how strong I am. I will not break. I am not fragile anymore. I haven’t been in a long time. Nothing will take me down now. I can take whatever they throw at me. They have no idea what they’ve created. Let them whip me, punish me, hurt me, try to make a fool of me. Will. Not. Break.

Phrases like, "You are a fighter... Come back to us, Jolaade... We need you... You belong here... You are much stronger than you realize... Don't let the world defeat you..." All I could do was weep, praying that this wasn't the end.