Weak To Strong Novels & Stories

“Why not? Why can’t I go?” “Per the agreement. While you’re carrying my child, you’re to stay with me. Think about it, Sierra. You’re safer with me. I won’t let them hurt you,” he said with force, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Wait—why should I do that? I already told you—I’ll carry this baby, but I want nothing to do with you.” “Why are you being so stubborn? Don’t you realize what’s happening to you? You think I don’t know every change you’re experiencing right now?”

I would rather have them explain things to me slowly and clearly. The course consisted of a climbing frame that went higher and higher until you reached a large iron rod or bar which I assumed was about seven feet high, from which you had to swing yourself onto a trampoline placed some distance away from it, to finally land on a rubber platform. Well... I was not prepared for this, it was only the first day, but they seemed to want us to push our strengths, maybe it only looked intimidating and was meant to test the courage of the mind. I still sucked at climbing frames and that wasn't going to help.

That was when I noticed my mother's expression shift, a flicker of something unsettling crossing her face. "Andrew," she said, almost sadly, "I’m really disappointed that you can’t see what’s right in front of you. Your Luna has always been a weak she-wolf, nothing special to write home about. Sure, she worked hard back in the day, but lately? She’s become someone who hardly takes care of herself. Honestly, she doesn’t even deserve the title anymore. Just look at her, son! How can you still feel desire for that fat and unattractive woman she’s become?"

I said. “That’s the way I wanted it. I knew if you knew it was my idea that you were at the ranch, you’d never listen to a word Duke said.” Cutter was right, but I said nothing. “Look, Minus, you and I were never gonna see eye-to-eye back then, and as much as I liked you and some of your ideas, you were both a thorn in my side and a pain in my ass. You know how our business works. It’s all based on the balance of power and the display of strength. If we don’t show a united front, the Saints will appear weak, and the moment we appear weak, we’re done for.”

he roared and his voice echoed around the room and hit me again. A chill ran down my spine as my body stiffened involuntarily, “I will fix this!” I muttered. “What was that, boy!” “I’ll fix this!” I said, much louder and with more grit. “Oh you better, no child of mine will be a failure!” he growled and then he walked back to his throne and sat down heavily on it. “The strong make the decisions, the weak live with the consequences. You have been targeted because an enemy believes you to be weak… I didn’t raise a weakling.”

“White signifies low strength. Black signifies growing strength. Blue signifies shaky strength. Violet signifies moderate strength. Red signifies danger. Green signifies human strength. And human strength means such a wolf is hopeless from ever attaining wolf strength.” “So, there are wolves that can never overcome their weakness?” “Yes. Those sets of wolves belong to the green category. They’ve got natural strength. Just the normal human strength. Sometimes it’s genetics, their low motivation or the will of the goddess.” “And what does yellow signify?” I asked. Her expression was unreadable. I couldn’t tell if the look she gave was a good sign or a bad one.

Adrian stood by the far wall, arms crossed. “And you do not trust it.” I looked at him. “I trust it.” “But.” “But I do not trust what it looks like.” He nodded slightly. “Explain.” “Stability is not always strength,” I said. “Sometimes it is the absence of pressure.” Marcus looked up. “You think it has not been tested.” “Yes.” “Not recently.” That was the concern. The system had become strong through challenge. Through uncertainty. Through variation. Now. Those pressures had reduced.

I asked. Kael didn’t answer immediately. Instead he glanced toward the emptying yard, then back at me. “Because you shouldn’t be that bad.” I frowned. “That’s… oddly insulting.” “It’s honest.” He crouched slightly so we were eye level. “You’re not weak,” he said. I snorted. “Okay. Now I know you’re joking.” “I’m not.” “You watched me fall off a beam five times.” “Four.” “Still.” Kael tapped the step beside my boot.

Marcello looked at him and explained, “After experiencing the challenge myself and observing you while you tried to pass the barrier, I hypothesize that this formation acts according to one’s strength. The stronger you are, the stronger they will be.” “Really?” James was puzzled. “Yes.”

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.