The Weakest Person In The World Novels & Stories

"Haha! I always thought, these people were special and had formidable power. Hmm! I must say I'm utterly disappointed. Such weak people. They don't even deserve to be called humans. They are mere ants. And should be trampled upon. If I had known they were this weak, I would not have bothered myself with these weaklings!" The black bald man sneered, with crossed arms. Disdained was spelled all over his face. "Come to think of it, their gods are even more despicable. I never really expected to slaughter a God with just one strike!" He finished. "you're right Sango. Even I never thought a god could be that weak. I know you're very strong and all, but it is still truly unbelievabl

"The Human Ruler." The room fell silent. "The most dangerous of them all," Devon added. "For he commands the armies of men. And if he chooses to wage war on us—" “It won't simply be supernatural blood that's being spilled," I gasped. "The world will burn." “But yet he’s the weakest in terms of physical strength and the easiest to take out.” The weight of the moment fell heavily in my bones. We stood at a decision. One led to more bloodshed. More destruction, more pain.

"Tell me, how about your mate" I rolled my eyes. "Mom, I told you I rejected him" "And I told you to change your mind "I can't change my mind. He's weak" Mom frowned. "Weak?. How do you classify a weak person?" I batted my lashes. "I don't know. A person who can't defend himself is weak" "How do you know he can't defend himself?" "I have saved him so many times. I also saved him some years ago" Mom batted her lashes. "You saved him some years ago?"

“Lucien’s convinced I’m going to collapse if I keep pushing myself.” She snorted softly. “He’s not wrong.” I managed a weak smile, but I hated that they both thought that. I knew my limits, and if I didn’t push them now while I was here with people I knew would keep me safe if I were to go down, how was I supposed to get strong enough, fast enough? “I hate feeling useless,” I whispered. “You’re not useless,” Hera said firmly. “You’re the only reason we even have hope right now. You are literally the only person who can save the world, and we know you can do it.”

It's just that they don't want to mull more in the misery rather they look for happiness in the faintest of acts because, in the end, it is all about how you take your pain. A person must have to be stronger than their emotions. This is what they thought as per the name of motivation. But it's hard to be so strong. Even the strongest of the warriors break at a certain point. The enemies often jump at our weaknesses. Everyone has one or two and my weakness is April. She may be my weakness but she's also my strength. My life. My soul. My love. My Angel. This time it wasn't an enemy who attacked her but fate rather decided to play cruelly with us.

Dad explained everything to me besides who my mother was. But only because he’s not aware of that either. There were some things I still didn’t understand but I let it go because I’m honestly too exhausted to start overthinking those things. One thing that he said that kept confusing me was how an omega is the weakest of all werewolves. I wonder why the weakest will be treated like trash instead of cared for. And as much as everybody says I’m an omega, I refuse to believe. I don’t even believe that I’m a werewolf. I’m just a girl.

She would have a lot to enjoy and he was the type of man one could grow to love. But now, one week was all they had. If Kassy didn't return by the end of one week, not only would he mess with the palace, he was going to send attacks to the world of water because a mere man from their world had dared to take what 'belonged' to him. Myan worried for that part a lot. The world of water citizens were usually considered weak but in the real sense, they were stronger. Water always conquered fire but even they had no idea how powerful they were.

Hell, I didn’t even recognize myself around her. If my father knew if he saw the way I held my breath when she walked into a room, the way I stood still just to hear her laugh. he’d backhand me so hard I’d forget her name. Love was weakness in his world. And weakness? It got people killed. But I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop the way my heart twisted when I saw her curled up on that couch, wrapped in a blanket like she needed protection from the very air. I wanted to give her the world and burn it down at the same time.

If I am going to survive, I must be strong and get it through my head that everyone I once knew was probably dead, including my entire family and best friend. As I trudge through the woods, it feels like too much. My body is weak, and I stop mid-walk. My breath is heavy. It feels like my throat is closing shut. Oh my God, I’m never going to see them again. I think and fall to the ground again, gasping for air. The last words I said to my family were hateful and ungrateful. “I’m a horrible person.” I sob, wrapping my arms around my torso and rocking back and forth. My entire body trembles, and my eyes ricochet around, watching for any movements. The crunch of twigs catches my attention, and I

He always thought that their world are both unique and humans have super powers too, but after thirty years exploring the human world, he felt different than before. Humans are all weak and they have emotions that must be get rid off. They easily cry whenever they felt unhappy. They often fight for their rights using ‘law'. Most importantly, their strength is money and not physicality. They can even forget a personal that used to be their happiness in a short period of time.