Always Keep Fighting Novels & Stories

When he could endure the pain no longer, he leaned forward, throwing every molecule forward with a punch against the air. “Keep going! Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop! You must have sweat equity! You can't stop cause you're tired, you can't stop cause you got your feelings hurt! Fight, Gerey, fight! You're gonna make it, you're gonna do it. You've got an unstoppable fire! Keep fighting. Let it out! No holding back! Don't - stop!” Sir. Oswic kept shouting hard at Gerey who kept punching, and releasing whatever he could into the air to let out flames, even if as little as that of a candle. “Keep fighting!”

"What if we lose?" Ryan's expression turned serious. "We won't lose," he said firmly. "But even if we do, we'll keep fighting. We'll keep fighting until we win. That's what being a part of this pack means. We don't give up. We don't back down. We fight." I nodded, feeling a sense of determination building within me. "You're right," I said. "We can't give up. We have to keep fighting. For our pack." Ryan nodded. "For our pack," he repeated. "And for each other. We're a family, Taylor. And we'll always be there for each other, no matter what."

To, to believing anyway. I put my hand on my belly. Felt movement. Felt life. Felt, felt Chance. My son. Who was struggling already. Who was compensating already. Who was fighting already. Before he was even born. "You're a fighter," I whispered. "Just like your mama. Just like, like all of us. You're a fighter and you're going to make it. You're going to, you're going to survive this. Survive the birth. Survive the surgery. Survive, survive everything. Because you're ours. And we don't give up. We fight. Even when fighting seems pointless. Even when the odds are bad. We fight anyway. That's, that's who we are. Who you are. Fighters. Survivors. People who, who refuse to let bad outcomes win.

Just like they’d faced everything else. “We’re not going to let them win,” Liam said, his voice firm. “No matter what they do, no matter what they throw at us. We’ll keep fighting. We’ll keep telling the truth. And we’ll win.” Kayla nodded, taking his hand in hers. “We will,” she said. “Together.”

Emily has returned, and the battlefield is set. And I will not lose. I always win and nothing is going to change that .

They chanted. “I'm not going to play around with words and tell you that it's going to be easy, because it won't. The enemy is not a normal one. As despicable as they are, they are strong and they will not falter. You must be like steel, unbreakable! You must be quick like the wind, decisive like your wolf. Follow your gut and attain Victory! “Aye!” “Fight, not just for your lives, fight for your family, fight for your pack, fight for your honour!”

“Then you are still here and you are still alive and you are still breathing and that means that the war has not won and the enemy has not won and you have not lost because you are still standing and you are still fighting and you are still breathing.” Her breath trembled and her voice was small when she asked how long she would have to keep breathing and keep fighting and keep standing when the enemy kept coming and the pack kept losing ground. “As long as it takes,” I said and I let my voice carry the certainty that I had earned through nights of fear and mornings of loss. “As long as we are breathing and as long as our hearts are beating and as long as we have wolves beside us who will no

“And I don’t know how to stop it.” Fatima placed a hand on my shoulder. “We need to keep fighting,” she said fiercely. “He’s not going to win. We won’t let him.” ---

I balled my fist. 'I don't know how to keep going, Halo. I'm so angry and scared and exhausted. How do I keep going?' 'Do what our mother did. She pushed. Not for herself, but for you. You will not be the last person that people believe their lives belong to. So fight. Get angry. Be angry. But don't take it out on yourself. Burn those with that rage that they've earn with every tear you've shed. No more crying for assholes who's never deserved your tears. We're gonna put an end to this... all of it!'

Never show your opponent what cards you hold in your hand. Fighting is both a game of strategy and preservation. You fight to protect your people, who count on you. Whoever comes out on top is stronger; they’re the ones to be feared. You hold that title until you fall. To be the best and remain at the top, you must always believe you can improve. You must believe that you don’t deserve the title constantly proving yourself to others daily, that you earned it. Practice until you bleed, until your body aches, and keep pushing until your limbs are too heavy to move and breathing burns your lungs.