A Worthy Opponent Novels & Stories

Professor Logan’s voice snaps me back to the present, and I turn to face my opponent. Alpha Dane. The name alone sends a ripple of irritation through my veins. Anyone would have been a better opponent than him, as he is simply a coward, and even if it's the first and last round, I like my opponent strong enough to put up a fight with me. “Ready, Ryker?” Dane’s voice is low, a cocky smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He's trying hard to play it cool, but I can smell his fear in the air.

I asked Syra, my voice quivering as I thought of Gabe’s frustration. She smiled kindly at my query, her eyes twinkling with wisdom she had gathered throughout her millennia-long existence. “Worthiness is not something imposed by others, child. It is something you must discover within yourself. To prove yourself worthy is to embrace your strengths and learn to deal with your own shortcomings. It is to own your faults and use them as stepping stones to grow. In the case of weidling the sacred sword, it’s about respecting the power it holds, understanding the sacrifices made by those who wielded it before you, and having the courage to take on a destiny that you never asked for.”

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.

The full, unimpeachable, cooperative account. He thought about sixty days. He thought about the specific, infuriating precision of a move designed not to block the case but to delay it past a jurisdictional deadline that would reduce it from comprehensive to partial. He thought about his father's business maxim, delivered once at a dinner table when Alexander was twelve and had not understood it yet but had stored it with the unconscious fidelity of a child storing things that carry authority: The most dangerous opponent is not the one who attacks frontally. It is the one who waits for you to make your move and then adjusts the rules of the game.

Giving the couch a fruitful glance I continued my journey to the door that led to the backyard, that’s how I found myself seated cross-legged on the damp grass for the second time that night. Gathering my knees against my chest I looked up to the moon once again, “I feel lost, Mother. Everything we’ve done and accomplished suddenly feels in vain. What’s even the point of fighting when we don’t even stand a chance anymore?” I whispered miserably and my eyes dropped closed in pain. ‘There is no battle worth fighting if it isn’t against a worthy opponent.’ Her voice sounded in my head, catching me off guard. “I don’t doubt that Alaster Dark is

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"The second rule of fight is to identify your opponents weakness. No matter how great of a fighter your opponent is , remember everyone has a weakness." Jason was standing in the center, addressing the warriors and I gulp feeling out of place. They all, even the girls we so toned...wearing sports bras and fittings pants.....while my clothes were so baggy....a worn out jogger with holes in it and an oversized hoody, hiding my thin frame and bruises below. "You need to attack at that-" His words stop as he took in my presence. Noticing my awkwardness. "Thora. You may join the third row. At the end."

Of course, it also had something to do with the opponent’s strength. ‘Phew! ‘Let’s try it again in the wolf den.’

With a face filled with cakey makeup and body adorned with branded clothes, her jewelry also could not be ignored especially with its flashing gold and silver colors. “Who needs to support who?” Yana said and raised her brows at the woman. She may have looked like some pushover but Yana is an aristocrat herself, she can still fight criticisms and insecure people. Children of nobles of course were groomed to a society where if you have a weak heart and slow wits then people will use and take advantage of you.

While looking around, she stopped when a crowd of soldiers blocked her path. They asked, “Do you want to be my first sparring opponent?” Yuna frowned, it was obvious what their intentions were. They wanted to be her first opponent because they thought it would be an easy match. She refused them all, but some of them weren’t willing to take no for an answer. They complained, “What did we expect from a noble lady? She thinks she’s better than all of us. I would like to see who she chooses as her opponent. She’s going to lose anyway. It would be funny to watch. I’ll laugh at her when her opponent beats her up.”

"If you lose, Malcom, you will be marked. The Goddess is unforgiving. The pack is unforgiving. You will be seen as unworthy. Unworthy of a mate. Unworthy of respect. Unworthy of the bond that the Goddess offered you." Alpha Soren shifted in his chair, his hands gripping the armrests. "Your Majesty, my son is not going to lose." "Father..." Malcom began. "Be quiet." Soren's voice was sharp. He turned to Maddox. "My son has trained since he could walk. He has never been defeated in combat. He is strong, fast, and determined. He will win." Maddox looked at Malcom. "And what of your opponent? Do you know anything about him?"