Weak All Might の小説・ストーリー

“I’ll protect this child. Even if the whole world turns against me, I won’t give up.” For the first time, a faint smile appeared on Caelan’s lips. But that smile chilled my blood. “We’ll see,” he murmured. “Let’s see how far you’re willing to go… to fight your fate.” ***

He was an intermediary to the Moon goddess, Luna. Lucian flexed his jaw and stood to speak. "I want everyone to go with this mindset: A bloodbath. It's going to be a bloodbath and the Argents are going to defend themselves heavily. Do not go thinking it's going to be easy just because you're some special superhuman." Ahamad sniggered, sparing Zulahk, who had joined them for today's meeting a glance. The blond-haired German choked out a laugh and nodded his head, evidently surprised that the younger brother to the former Alpha wolf had looked at him.

Now they belonged to me. I closed my hand around the cracked rune, forcing my magic into it. The stone burned cold beneath my palm, resisting, trembling violently as the fracture glowed brighter for a heartbeat before dimming again, closing the fracture. Not yet, little healer. You’re not ready to face me yet. The plague spreading through the city would weaken the realm just enough to distract them, but fear was a powerful thing. Fear always made mortals sloppy. Desperate. Easy to manipulate, and that would never change.

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.

There was so much assurance in his eyes in that moment, assurance of safety. “You got him good. He can’t get up and if he does, I can handle it,” I let go, and the bat fell loudly on ground. “Good girl.” I felt weak and in the next moment his hands caught me as I blacked out.

She moved into a dark, damp basement together with my parents and the crippled Jackie. She worked at nightclubs every day, earning just enough to buy the cheapest anti-inflammatory drugs. Meanwhile, Jackie could only lie on a moldy bed all day, watching his flesh rot away and listening to my parents' endless curses and complaints. He could only lie in bed for the rest of his life, waiting to die. This wasn't just the result of my prophecy, but also the bitter fruit that family had personally sown.

She'd been gone for a few days, and all hell had broken loose. 2. Damon rolled his shoulders, loosening his muscle groups one by one, while his sister Narelle checked to make sure he didn't carry any injuries. Judah was the strongest warrior in the pack, and it was going to hurt to fight one of his closest friends, but the rules were clear. Knox would have to step in if he refused to fight, so either way, there would be a challenge held today.

Jon shouts in laughter. “You aren’t f!cking around with us girl. You shouldn’t even dare try fight us because it won’t end in a good way. I have your head, pretty or not.” Rowan is now stood fuming and shouting in front of me. I haven’t even had to look up to block either of their attacks. Every minute they let me recover, I am getting stronger. Healing by the second regaining my confidence I once had.