A Worthy Opponent Novels & Stories

I knew Knight well enough to know that he always stuck to his decisions. “There’s no chance,” I murmur, feeling the agonizing pain of rejection again. “He will only settle for someone who is worthy to be beside him.” “Worthy,” Winley repeats in disgust. “I hate that word. What determines whether someone is worthy or not?” Flinching, I lift my gaze and fix it on her as she takes me in with a look of sympathy. “I don’t know what you’ve been through to make you feel so insignificant, but you need to stop not believing in yourself. You’re stronger than you think.”

She held her hands out, and a circle of fire spun to life around her, casting a warm glow that made her look almost ethereal. Now, she is just riling up said brother. And here I thought they do not want him to go all out, but I guess they’d rather lose than win with pity. I know that because I am the same. But still, from their point of view, it really is frustrating if you cannot beat a strong opponent. Although, in tough times it makes you feel proud and secure because you know that the very same spar opponent will protect you ‘til the very end; will do anything and just about everything to keep his loved ones safe.

Sighing, I closed my eyes in annoyance, trying hard to calm myself down, " does it matter? Why should you care if your opponent is pregnant or not? " I sighed, "If you want to fight justly and powerfully without hurting the innocent, you will have to use your wits, remember, its not about strength but speed and smartness, you have to be like a snake, carefully assessing your enemy's movement while balancing yours in between, " " okay, " he said, releasing a sigh and looking dejected, this reminded me of his state when I first met him on the battle field.

Was she talking about Professor Enzo? Before I had the chance to ask; the last opponent stepped forward. He was much bigger, and he appeared stronger. Which made sense because this was the shifting combat opponent. I knew his wolf was already on the edge. “Val?” I channeled my wolf. “Don’t worry, Lila… I got this,” she said, lowering her head in my mind’s eyes as she prepared her own stance. Soon, my opponent was shifting into his dark grey wolf and lunging at me; before I had time to react, Val was shifting as well and lunging at him in return.

Meeting a strong opponent like Darryl had stimulated her competitive side. "The hero of The Nine Mainland indeed has good skills." Veron glared at Darryl. "Let me see how strong you really are!" Whoosh! Veron’s internal energy broke out and the air around her stirred up instantly. "You’re not worthy to be my opponent!" Darry shook his head. "Cut the crap. Don’t think of escaping until you fight me," Veron said with a coquettish look. "Otherwise, you're going to have to apologize!"

My first instinct had been to throw the ring onto the table. Andreas held up my ring and finally noticed it looked impossibly pristine. He had never given me any gifts. This was the only one he'd personally given me. I had guarded it with my life, never letting it so much as collect a speck of dust. Meanwhile, the ring on Andreas' hand had been worn so smooth that the engraving was barely visible. Those were my initials—I.W. He carefully traced the cracks on the ring, and for the first time, this man, who had never shown emotion, broke down and wept.

“Always so gullible. Thanks for coming to our meeting.” Brooklyn stepped forward hesitantly, now confused as to what was happening. Her adrenaline had her legs numb and her hands shaking as she slowly came closer to the people she was hoping to avoid. “We were just discussing our contract with the Baxters. Do you remember them? They're our neighbor and they just had a shooting about a month ago.” Brooklyn nodded slightly and hoped her heartbeat wasn’t as loud to them as it was to her. “Well, we are thinking about cutting ties and starting a new ally with the Arroyo’s. I just have to go sign the papers. What do you think?”

He leaned over her and started getting intimate. When she yielded to him, he smiled. “Also, you love me. That means I’m already worthy, right?” “Hmm…” Well, she can’t exactly argue. “Then, you should keep yourself worthy.”

They looked at Sheena in the center of the plaza, already engaged in battle, and at Alfredo in the pavilion. Valerie sneered. "He won't even step out of the pavilion. Alfredo's contempt for Sheena is completely undisguised." Luna said softly, "He can afford that arrogance." Andrew's expression stayed calm. "As a martial god-level fighter, yes, he's earned that right. But respecting others is basic decency, especially your opponent. A man who doesn't respect his opponent doesn't respect himself, no matter how strong he is." Valerie sneered. "Too late to get sentimental now, Andrew. You know exactly what kind of man Alfredo is. Sheena's not walking away from this one alive."

on which he grabbed her by the arm and stuck her to the car. “I never consider my opponent weak because if the opponent is weak then it will not be fun to win ...” He touched the tip of the pistol to the side of her face as she held her breath as he stared into her golden blue eyes that were devoid of any emotion... “The opponent must be brave and courageous ... so that I can enjoy breaking it slowly ....”