Another Fight For Remembrance Novels & Stories

Thank you so much for reading "Worth Fighting For"! Doriane's and Levi's story continues on, but the focus shifts from Doriane and Levi's relationship to Landon and Brooklyn's relationship. Here is a little preview for those of you wanting more! Almost ten years ago, Landon watched his mate be killed right before his eyes. It changed him. After being hard and controlling for years, he has finally learned how to deal with the fact that she was gone. Forever. That is until he goes undercover into Washington. Peter and Oliver Arroyo have a connection to their dad's business in Washington and after they almost killed Doriane and Levi, Landon wants revenge.

And when it does, we will march. Cheers erupted, fierce and wild, echoing off the valley walls. I raised my hand for silence, and they gave it instantly. This will not be easy, I continued. Some of you will not return. Some of you will fall in battle, and I will carry your memory with me for the rest of my life. But I promise you this. We fight for something real. We fight for the truth. We fight for every wolf who has been lied to, cast out, forgotten. We fight for the future we will build together, or we die trying.

Remy said, "Stay out of this, Polaris. This fight is between Jerome and me." "This is everyone's fight. Jerome's our strongest enemy, so why don't we defeat him first before we decide what to do next?" "Are you sure you want to do this?" Remy asked. "That's what happens on the battlefield. It doesn't matter how powerful one person is. All that matters is who wins and who loses." Polaris then charged toward Jerome once more, while Remy closely followed behind. It would seem they had decided to work as allies for the time being.

The kingdom's anniversary of the battle was not a celebration. It was a remembrance, which is a unique thing. We lit pyres for the dead again—not funeral pyres this time, but remembrance fires, smaller, one for each of the hundred and fifty we'd lost. They burned in the outer courtyard from dusk until midnight, and people came and stood near them, and some spoke, and some didn't. The ones who had lost people were given space, and the ones who needed to give something were given that too.

“To fight is to become like them. To see the world as a thing to be conquered. Our strength is not in claws or conquest, Sze. It is in preservation. In memory. We are the keepers of the old ways, the stories the world has forgotten. To fight would be to forget who we are. And that is a loss far greater than any territory.” Her words shamed me. My entire life had been defined by a fight—for status, for love, for survival. The concept of a strength that lay in stillness was foreign, almost incomprehensible. “And what if the fight comes to you?” I pressed, thinking of the hounds, of Gideon’s relentless ambition. “What if they find this place?”

His blades danced between shadow-creatures, slicing them clean, dissipating their smoke-like forms before they could get close. Mira fought like she was on fire—each strike driven by more than fury. Justice. Grief. Legacy. Jorrin shouted something that sounded like a name before driving his axes into a Fold soldier’s chest. Lysa was a ghost—barely seen, always hitting first. And Azriel? Azriel didn’t fight to win. He fought to be remembered. Every step forward, every arc of his sword, every name he whispered into the strike—it was like carving memory back into the bones of the world.

Not in pain, In remembrance. Because even as echoes, they still felt the truth of Liora. She had lived when they had not. She had loved when they could not. She had fought when the world begged her to fall. Valen lifted his arm. “I offered peace,” he called out. “You chose memory. Now you’ll die for it.” Liora’s voice didn’t rise. It didn’t need to. The flame on her shoulders pulsed gold-white with threads of shadow woven through. “I don’t fight for memory,” she said. “I fight because they deserved better.”

All because of something that happened so long ago, no one even remembers the reason we fight each other now. When we finally turn the last corner and find the rest of our group again, I watch the fighting before me. I can already see many lost lives on both sides. This fight has gone on far longer than I could ever have imagined and there didn’t seem to be an end to it any time soon.

looking at my navy and white polka dress with disdain. "Thank you Troy," I said earnestly, "I owe you one." He rolled his eyes, "just never ever lose your phone again and I'm happy." The town was buzzing with gossip. This was the most dramatic thing to happen in our pack for twenty years. It meant nothing to me though. None of us had fought for the Silverlake Pack. We had fought for each other. To overcome a sadistic overlord and his henchmen. "What are you going to do now," Marie asked, her blue eyes shining up at me.

But, now when it's going near from reality, I'm taking it back. I'm not happy. It's not a good idea. It's a fvcking bullish!t and the start of a battle. "Hey, why are you fighting here in front of other people? In front of your son? Seriously, can't you settle it privately and maturely?" Celestine suddenly croaked out.