Ignorance Is Strength Novels & Stories

All I saw was her face. Smug. So sure she’d won. But in that moment everything inside me went still. Not the calm before a storm. The eye of it. You don’t know me. They didn’t know I was forged in silence, sharpened by secrets, raised in the shadows of power. They thought being wolfless made me weak. They were wrong. I didn’t need a wolf to be dangerous. They’d mistaken stillness for softness. Meekness for surrender. But strength? Real strength the kind that doesn’t come with claws or fangs was buried deep in my bones.

One girl whispered, “Yeah, that's easier said than done.” Nolan’s head turned sharply, and he fixed his gaze on her. “Do you think you’re weaker because you weren’t born with a title?” The girl nodded her head, with her eyes fixed on the ground. “Wrong,” he said. “Strength has absolutely nothing to do with what family you were born into and what finery you decorate yourself with. It’s how many times you get back up after you’re knocked flat. And all of you,” his eyes caught mine and held there, “already know how to do that.”

she stated firmly. I couldn't continue a back and forth with her, but I knew what to do. “This is a battle of influence and the best man will have to win, Liza” Her sigh was a sign for me. I never saw it as a weakness, it was a sign she knew what she was getting into. That's strength. One of the ways to win a fight is to understand the gravity of it. That way, you prepare far more than the fight. “The influential has a way of dominating even the powerful,”

As if the very idea of me standing in this place was a joke they all found endlessly amusing. I bit the inside of my cheek, keeping my head down, keeping my feet still even when every part of me itched to leave, to run. But I didn’t. I wouldn’t. "Strength is not always in power, aubrey. Sometimes, it is in knowing when to endure."

It may sound strange, perhaps even utterly cliché, but the mark of true strength lies in the ability to also take the suggestions of others into consideration. There is strength in many, but this strength has remained mostly untapped because the typical demon is a know-it-all who thinks it beneath him to take advice from others; he can almost never be wrong. Llearth understands this because he was once like that, but centuries in the land of the ghouls opened his eyes to how narrow-minded that belief is. Llearth is of the opinion that if Hell is to continue to advance and actually stand a chance in the upcoming war, the new generation of rulers, who will most likely be in power then, must un

Long enough for my chest to tighten with something dangerous. I poured myself a drink, letting the burn of vodka scorch my throat. Anything to keep from admitting the truth that lingered just behind my ribs. Missy wasn’t a distraction. She was a weakness. My weakness. I hated myself for it. I’d been trained my whole life to strip weakness from my body, my mind, my soul. Father made sure of it. He’d say things like, “You want mercy? Ask for it in your next life.” And he’d drive me into the dirt until my muscles gave out. No mistakes. No excuses. No softness.

“ The mind. Your mind is your weakness. It makes you think that trust, that mercy, matter in this world. It doesn’t.” I wiped the saliva from my face with a hanky. “You collaborated with him like it was a music festival.” He spat. “Who meets with an enemy for such nonsense.” He spread his arms wide. “What I'm I even thinking? Common sense is not common.” The venom in his words pierced through me, each one felt like a dagger. He was right. I had been foolish. In my attempts to cover the family, to make islands where others saw walls, I had forgotten the one rule of the Moretti family: strength over all. Trust was nothing if it didn't serve power.

Now that I finally gained back my senses after crying like a small kid in front of my father, he lead me to the elders as they wanted to speak to me and tell me something important. Well, maybe this is part of the ceremoy that they are doing once you have a qualification to enter in this exclusive chamber “One who is ignorant of honing himself will never attain true strength. But those who have the power to seek for the betterment will be recognized and will never be forgotten”

“You did not hide. You did not show fear. That is strength.” I looked down at my hands. “It did not feel like strength.” “What did it feel like?” I let out a breath I didn’t realise I had been holding. “Like I was held together by a thread.” Kael’s expression shifted slightly. Not pity. Understanding. “Strength is not the absence of strain. It is the refusal to break.” The fire crackled behind us, the sound warm and close. I lifted my gaze. “So what happens next?” He didn’t hesitate.

He didn't blink. "It means, Marcus, that ignorance is not a shield." He stepped out from behind the podium. "The girl in the story thought her world was a romance because she was too blind to see the predator standing in the light. She took the stranger's arrival as a gift when it was actually a debt being collected." He looked back toward me. "The meaning is simple: When you ignore the warnings of the dark, the dark eventually stops warning you and starts eating. It is a lesson in survival, not potential."