Fighting Back Novels & Stories

“How is sabotaging supply routes better? How is painting a target on your back—and ours—better?” Jace stood, his chair scraping against the floor. “You don’t get it. You’ve never gotten it. We can’t just sit here and let them keep crushing us. Someone has to fight back.” “And that someone has to be you?” I demanded. “You’re going to get yourself killed, Jace. And when they come for you, they’ll come for all of us.” His jaw tightened, his green eyes blazing with defiance. “I’m not afraid of them.”

"Oh my, you vile wench! Look at the red marks you've left on my son's arm! How could you be so violent? Let go of him right now… My poor Elias, it must hurt a lot…" Rhonda used all her might to pry my fingers loose while yelling at me nonstop. It felt like my fingers would snap at any moment. Still, I endured the pain and refused to let go. This time, she gave me a hard slap across my red and swollen cheek. "You vile wench, are you still not going to let go? Are you trying to pull off my son's hand?" Eventually, I was forced to let go of Elias' arm as he and Rhonda worked together to push me away.

With her constant words ringing in my head You need to fight back I recall back to the times I’ve been pushed around by everyone I’ve come across. Leila did all she did because she thought I was weak. Alpha Elian rejected me because he knew I knew no one that would come to fight him back. Alpha Elian turned me to a maid because he knew I would do nothing. But I’m coming back stronger than ever. “I will do it”

Before he could finish, Liam had already shoved Zach to the ground and began punching him repeatedly in the face. Liam may have come from a remote pack, but his strength was unquestionable. Soon, blood appeared at the corner of Zach's mouth. I rushed forward and kicked Liam away with all my strength, shielding Zach behind me. "Liam, why are you hurting an innocent person? Zach and I are just superior and subordinate." I returned to Liam the exact same words he had once used on me. Liam stared at me in disbelief, as if still trying to figure out whether I was faking this or truly serious.

What he didn’t realize was that with each passing day, I was learning how to fight back. And when the moment came—I wouldn’t hesitate.

One step forward. The ground cracks beneath my feet. “They’re not my weakness.” Another step. “They’re my reason.” The figures react. Violently. All at once. Attacking again. But this time— I don’t hesitate. I don’t falter. I don’t look at their faces. I move. Fast. Precise. Unstoppable. One strike. One down. Doesn’t matter if they reform. Doesn’t matter if they come back. Because now— I’m not fighting them.

"Because some of us aren't coming back." Silence fell like a shroud. "But that's okay," I continued, forcing myself to meet each person's eyes without flinching. "Because the ones who do come back will have freed hundreds of innocent wolves. We will have struck a blow against the Cult they'll never recover from. Will have proven that Black River doesn't back down." Marcus stood, his chair scraping against the floor. "For the pack." "For the pack," everyone echoed, their voices creating a thunder of their own.

"He plotted against his own mate. Tried to swap the heir." "Worked with enemy packs. My brother lost a leg fighting Darkclaw Pack—it still hasn't healed." "He's not fit to lead. Exile's too kind." "Bet he ends up executed." Camilla started shaking. Hard. Eyes wild. "Executed...?" She whispered it, then dropped. Out cold.

“Don't fight back.” “What?” Jared turned to me with a shocked expression. “You expect us to stand still and let them take over our pack? We are not Cowards.” “I would rather be a coward than let our people fight a losing battle,” I countered. “Everyone’s life is more important than our dignity and reputation.” “Fuck.” He slammed his hand on the table. “I can't believe this is really happening. We are going to lose our pack without even getting a fair chance to defend it.”

Fuck, it hurts like hell. "Fight me like the badass bitch you are. Not as a weak human" The girl mumbles and kicks me so hard in the stomach. I drop to the floor as I continuously cough. More kicks follow and I wonder how the hell she is so strong. "Get up and fight me, dog. Aren't you stronger, their fucking princess?" The girl lifts me from the ground by my neck, and I spit blood. No. This is a bad sign. "I said fight me" the bitch yells and instantly hauls me from the floor. My back forcefully hits a tree and air leaves my lungs. I can't move.