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He could feel it now. The shift. The chaos. The war began. And he wasn’t there. Jeremiah stepped back, eyes darkening. Then again He struck the barrier with full force. The room shook violently. Cracks of energy flickered across the wall. He tried to strike again. His magic wasn't strong enough to break the wall as he only inherited only a small part of Hyna’s magic. His power was like drops in front of Hyna’s ocean. Along with his Lycan power, that magic blended perfectly for him to weaken those walls but not shatter them completely.

I had a hutch about who could have pulled up something evil as that but they was no evidence. For their sake, I hope my gut was wrong. My muscles tensed as anger coursed through my veins. The rage within me threatened to explode but I remained calm - for her. I tightened my arms around her waist. I couldn't get enough and I sure needed more time to reassure myself that she was okay. Then it hit me. Sarian was my weakness. In the world I live in, weakness was a curse. The easiest way to get killed. Having weaknesses could make someone become vulnerable.

"You don't have to be the strongest. You don't have to be perfect. You just have to be you and that's enough!" "It's not enough! I'm the weakest one and everyone knows it!" "You're not weak!" "I got stabbed in ten seconds!" "By trained killers with magic blades! Most wolves wouldn't have lasted five seconds!" "But Alerion would've. Zane would've. Caius probably would've had some magic thing ready. And me? I just got cut down like it was nothing." "You put yourself between me and danger. That's not nothing. That's everything." He stared at me, breathing hard, his hands in fists.

Antonia sat frozen, the peeled tangerine slice slipping from her fingers onto the bedsheet. Weak. He had called her weak. But if only he knew… the strongest people weren’t the ones who never cried. They were the ones who still stood tall, even after being broken.

I don’t know if he’s trying to be kind or just playing the good guy to get in my head, but Drew rolls his eyes and walks out with a groan and a muttered, “suck my dick.” Now it’s just me and Jake. He watches me for a beat. Then, like he’s reading from some handbook on fake compassion, he asks, “How are you feeling?” I don’t answer. Not right away. But I have to be smart now. “I feel weak. And delirious.” He nods. Smirks. “That’s good.” What? My face must say it all because he laughs—actually laughs—tilts his head back, that ink on his neck stretching. I hate it. I hate how relaxed he is.

I was the greatest warrior in the pack and now I’m nothing. I’ve heard them in the hallway outside my door. I may be a paraplegic, but my hearing is still that of a Guardian. I know what they are calling me. I’ve gone from being the strongest warrior in pack, the Big Daddy Badass to nothing. No, I’m worse than nothing. I’m the Broken Warrior.

I whispered. He tucked my hair strands behind my ear "Where did you run off to?" "I went to see Hanson" His eyebrows furrowed in confusion "Hanson? Why" "I've been feeling weak, extremely weak. Deep down, I knew it wasn't a result of the pregnancy. I knew it had something to do with my powers and I was right. Hanson told me that it's because of my hybrid nature. The reason for my weakness is because I've transferred some of our my powers down to my son"

I understood the allusion perfectly. Then we both knew I was lost. That I was going to work for him anyway. ... Because I was the weakest. And weakness is unforgivable.

Hero is also the strongest class, I trained a lot alone or with other kids and never got beaten. The world is in danger, they say, hope is crumbling, they groan, a world like this is not Hell, it is a Hero's dream come true! But life is also a path paved with ridiculous complications. "Among the emissaries? The strongest would be the Avatars." That's what an adventurer who stopped by my village told me when I asked him about the strongest heroes. Was I not clear enough? Did he really think I was speaking rhetorically?

She rushed out, whilst tugging at Alexis’ arm but he simply held her still, his expression was sad as he spoke to her; “He is in a critical condition.” He said, and Luna could literally feel her heart drop to her stomach as a sudden feeling of dread washed over her. “According to what the doctor said, he hasn’t fully recovered from his weak bones caused by the overdose of the poisonous substance he was given that had gotten him here some weeks ago and so the gunshot wound which should have been something minor turned out to be a very critical case…” Luna drowned out the remaining of Alexis' words as all she could hear was the rush of blood in her ears. Her head pounded as fresh hot tears beg