She Of Life And Death Weakness Novels & Stories

I yell with an accidental bang of my fist against the nearest table. Her body pushes itself to her knees and she turns towards me. "I-I can't do this anymore," she admits in a whispery, teary voice that makes my entire body tingle. "I used to want to live and reassure myself that I could in fact get through this, but I can't. I'm too weak," she continues. She struggles to get to her feet, even with the help of the wall and stumbles over to me. "So kill me," she says. "What?" I ask. The hell is this girl talking about.

“What – what are you talking about!? Is that an option!?” “Oh, darling,” Life says, laughing and reaching to place a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it fondly as she shakes her head. “Don’t you see? You’re my child – it’s not that easy to kill you, sweetheart. As it stands you’re only…” she screws her mouth to the side, looking for the words to explain it. “Just barely dead. Not actually dead. Not like the rest of them.” She shrugs like it’s completely simple. But the rest of us just stare at Life in complete and utter shock because…

"She doesn't have the physical or psychological strength to endure this life." His words hang in the air like a death knell, echoing the grim reality we face. It feels like we stand at the precipice of chaos, and the abyss stares back with a smirk. How can we save her from a fate that seems all but inevitable?

“If we proceed, she could bleed to death.” It had shocked her, too. She had been so sure she was strong. She had survived so much. But perhaps she was weaker than she believed. Or perhaps… she had been giving too much of herself away. She placed both hands over her womb. Not anymore.

“He came here to kill me, didn’t he? Just like Arabella.” “He won’t touch you,” I vow to her, but bitter laughter erupts from her as she covers her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking. “You can’t stop him. "You can’t watch over me all the time, and I’m fvcking useless!” Her eyes are flashing with helpless rage as she lowers her hands and looks at me. “I can’t fight for my own life. I don’t have that kind of strength. And human weapons don’t work on them. I’m a sitting duck, just waiting to be slaughtered whenever my family feels like it! All because I’m weak? Because I don’t meet their standards?”

She could barely even throw a punch. I knew she wasn’t injured, weak maybe, but not injured. Her weakness didn’t even stem from her injuries. I was certain that after everything she had told me, she was just malnourished to the extreme. It really was no wonder her wolf hadn’t shown itself, she probably wouldn’t even survive her first shift.

The words landed flat and cold in the room. "It's weak," she continued, and her voice was careful and even in the way of someone delivering something they wished they didn't have to. "It's been trying to survive wolfsbane exposure without the antidote. For a long time, I think. Whoever administered it knew exactly what they were doing because it was slow enough to look like a natural weakness." She paused. "If it continues without treatment, she may lose the wolf entirely. She would just be human." Kaireen yanked her hands back and stood up so fast the chair scraped. "What?" Her voice came out barely above a breath.

She threw herself at Miranda and wailed like a kid, her body shaking like a leaf. "Oh no! No, no, no, don't talk like that, dear, it not the end of the world," Mirabda spoke softly. "It is," Audrey removed herself from her aind and fell on top of Alpha Lake. "I'm sorry I failed you," She cupped her face, kissing his cold lips. This was her weaknesss, she could do almost everything with her powers but not rasing the dead, even in her previous life, she never had that power, a d now, she really wished she had the ability to raise the dead.

"But if we die because I was too weak, this is all on you." "Your weakness is in your mind. We survive a death-dropping fall, raging cold water, and an insane witch. All while pregnant. I am not weak. You and I are the same. Therefore, you are not weak. We are resilient, and it's about time you saw that," I growled. She was starting to really get on my nerves. She was quiet for a minute as I stretched and preened around. Glad to be back in my body. "I hope you're happy now."

I was raging and the more I did, the harder I gripped her throat. Her blood was all over my hand now and she was occasionally coughing out some more but through everything, this bitch still preferred to smile— her cruel characteristic smile. She started to throat out her words. “That’s.. that’s the order of life, Y-Your Highness. If you’re weak, the strong will take over from you. And both you and Cayden, and everyone else in this room are all weaklings!” She voiced. “And the weak deserve to die!” She throated and I stared at her in complete irritation.