Weak To Strong Novels & Stories

A slow breath leaves my lips as I nod slightly, because that makes sense in a way I do not like, in a way that settles heavy in my chest. “They wanted to see how far they could push,” I say, my fingers tightening slightly around the handle of my blade. “How strong we are.” “And where we are weak,” Kael adds. That part does not need to be said, but it hangs there anyway, sharp and undeniable, because weakness is something the Council knows how to find, how to use, how to turn against you until there is nothing left.

‎If my men sense even the slightest crack… the slightest uncertainty… ‎They’ll see it as weakness. ‎And weakness… ‎Is something I can never afford.

His expression wasn’t filled with pity—it was something softer, something warmer. “Trinity,” he said gently, his voice like a balm to my frayed nerves. “You’re not weak.” I shook my head, the tears falling faster. “Yes, I am. I’ll never be like you. I’ll never be strong.” Liam hesitated, then reached out, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “We didn't do this to make you feel weak. We did this to test your speed, we want to train you, we know you can be stronger,” he said softly. I just stared at him. He tilted his head to the side, taking in my teary face. “You don't have a wolf, we all know that. But that’s not a weakness. Who knows, it might be a strength.”

He responded. Hearing that I am weak made me feel like a heavy weight descended upon me, leaving my heart shattered and broken. At that moment, I could feel my stomach churn and my breath become shallow. It's as if a dark cloud is hanging over me, casting a shadow over my thoughts and emotions. I would have expected to hear this from someone else, but Tristan calling me weak?

"Listen to me you filthy creature. I don't know who you are and I don't care. But let me make this clear to you and your thick skull." I leaned in closer and she turned away in fear. "You will never be my mate. Ever. I am an Alpha and the last thing I need is a pathetic, lowlife, good for nothing, weakling like you..."

Something stronger. Something she could never break. ---

But Jonah had, without putting in extra efforts, dashed my hope of becoming stronger. Even when I had made use of the Vibrous effortlessly and indirectly, showing me that I was weak and that I would remain weak, shattering all the strength I had feigned.

Sniffed. "Weak is violating a twelve-year-old girl simply because you can. Weak is having the urge to want to in the first place." He leaned forward. "Strength is getting back on your feet after some jerk took something precious from you. Strength is picking up the pieces when your sense of security, your very trust, has been stolen." His tone softened, and in his golden-brown eyes was an understanding she never thought she'd ever find from another. "You aren't weak, Amy. You're the very definition of courage. Crying? Being scared? Needing to run once in awhile? That's not weakness. That's being human." "All these years, I was fine. Really, I was. Until..."

the Dj suddenly changed the beat to slow and tense music. I don't know if it is the music or not but I can see the sudden change in his expression. it shifts from a goofy one to a serious one. It looks more intense than it has ever been. he begins to stare down at me and I wonder why the change in demeanour. I don't know why but I begin to feel butterflies in my stomach. I don't know why I suddenly begin to notice how attractive he is. not that I didn't notice earlier but his lips begin to look sexier as he stares down at me.