Madarame Weakness Novels & Stories

I corrected, even though we both knew it wasn't true. Through the bond, I felt his relief. His love. His determination to keep me safe. But I also felt something else. Weakness. The drugs were still in our systems, suppressing our wolves, draining our strength. "Can you fight?" I asked. "I can barely stand." His jaw clenched in frustration. "But I'll do what I have to." In the corridor, Mara was holding her own against Draven. Barely. He was fast—inhumanly fast—and strong. But Mara was fierce, using her smaller size to her advantage.

He was of Beta blood and he could do it. 'Mara is truly strong you know?' Dominus said. He was standing beside me as we supervised some of the young wolves who were moving dirts away from the training ground. Mara was helping the girls arrange a demarcation on one end of the training ground. 'She is. But I guess we all have our limit to endurance. I nearly wept with the way she broke down the day she killed the Amman's Gamma,' I said as the vivid memory of Mara crying so brokenly came to my mind.

I pull harder. The star on my arm glows brighter. And then— To my left, Morien collapses back into human form, coughing blood onto the stone. “Focus!” he gasps. Through the mate-bond, I feel it. Jaden dropped to his knees. Maddox was unable to shift. Miles choked. All of them are weakening. The sword is draining them. “No,” I whispered. “No, no, no.” “Just pull it out!” Morien’s voice echoes through the bond.

Mazin added, “so get comfy because until you’re not trying to kill each other, you’re stuck in here.” “He’s already got a broken rib,” Marek added for good measure, leaning up against the door frame like he was in for the long haul, “so if you wanna hand him that pain he was after, go for the left,” he winked at me. All of them had apparently lost their minds today. Marek and Mazin were still younger than Mato and had considerably less body mass to them. They were strong, but in more of a lean, tall way, and though together they could definitely give Mato a run for his money, I’d seen him take them both on a number of times and come out victorious.

I widened my eyes while staring at the yellow dress. "Wow this is beautiful but…." "But what?" Jamaima cut me short. "I can't wear this, it doesn't even have any arm, my back will be totally bare if I wear this" I explained. "But the dress is long" she added. "Yes I know but it's still armless" I pressed on.

Her body had been mangled by his attack; every bone shattered. “Zephyr?!” Madame Lee gasped heavily between spats of blood, her eyes wide at the young man before her, unable to comprehend her assailant capable of such damage. “Master!” squeaked Leah, face full of tearful glee. Never once had she dreamt that Zephyr would be so powerful. The servant girls around stared at him mouths agape, shocked to the core. “How is this possible? You’re just a bastard, how could you be so powerful!?” gasped Madame Lee, her face ashened white, not being able to comprehend how a weakling like Zephyr managed to be so strong.

“You see, your physical skills or strength might be great, but if your mind is weak, you’re more likely to be just a tough-looking person who doesn’t have as much strength as their look says about them,” Adrian said. “It comes down to one’s mind — that determines how strong a person really is. Some people only act tough out of fear, and when their fear finally gets to them one day, it breaks them down completely. But you see, in Amanda’s case, it’s her pain that strengthens her heart. She lets that pain she isn’t afraid to feel become the source of her strength, and that’s why it’s easy for her to tap into her Kareth ability.”

Cassandra added, then she looked at Marcus, but then she also averted her gazed at him because of the next words he said. "They indeed strong, but everyone have their weaknesses. Like those beta, they looked powerful yet their weakness is that sometimes their guard is too low because they are just thinking to take a bite out of anything they can find." "Then the Gamma and other warriors, they can be powerful, but they also have weakness." Marcus continues to tell about her packs weaknesses at Cassandra, because he doesn't want to make it longer, he already wants to get the full trust of Cassandra.

Her legs are numb from all the trauma. Her chest is burning in pain, feeling like it will bleed anytime! Her head! My god her head is hurting like hell, she cannot even use her healing gift on herself. The thing that is stopping me from connecting with her, is the same thing that is continuously weakening Madison’s power. This spell is very strong! “Sir, I think I have found something. This way…” One of my gamma soldiers might have found the way to Madison.

“Because I said so. And you don’t want me as your enemy.” My chest rose and fell rapidly. “We’re not dating anymore, Jace,” I said, though my voice shook. “You don’t get to control me.” “You think just because you’re at this academy now, you’re someone? You’re nothing, Elara. Still weak. Still useless.” I flinched. But something inside me refused to crumble. “Then why are you so scared?” I asked. His hand tightened. “You’d better keep your head down. Or I’ll make sure you regret coming here.”