I'll Fight Novels & Stories

We have to be ready for it, and prepared. Because, it was coming, and when it did, I'll be the one fighting. I'll always be the one fighting. The one standing between Elle, and the danger lurking. Nothing, and no one will take her from me. Ever.

"What's on the line?" "Normally I fight for a cause, even if it is my own self-respect. I'm making an exception in your case -- I'll fight you solely to kick your ass. Just cause you are a lousy human being. I know you are because I'm one too. Fight, or cluck -- your choice." "I'll fight you," he smiled confidently. "I'll break you for everyone to see and then I'll take that luscious blonde." I had to laugh.

She fought not only with skill but with a righteous fury, fueled by the memory of past atrocities, by the knowledge that these creatures were responsible for the pain and suffering that had plagued their world for generations. Ronan, a bastion of strength and unwavering loyalty, held the line, his powerful frame a shield against the onslaught. His roars echoed through the forest, a counterpoint to Malazar’s chilling howls. He fought with a cold, calculated efficiency, each move strategic, each blow aimed to inflict maximum damage. His loyalty to Lyra, to the pack, was absolute.

With fury. "You don’t get to say that either. You don’t get to claim me if you’re not willing to fight for me. If you're just gonna toss me behind the next big war you’re picking." He stepped closer. "Sit. Down. Or I swear to God, Jeremy—"

I am done losing. “I’m going to fight for him,” I whisper. And this time, I won’t stop.

I was ready for this no matter what. I was ready to fight.

"You fight. When you fight, you can leave the rest to fate, but you will forever know that you fought.” I whispered the words to myself, a quiet vow of determination: "I will fight." As I spoke, a small weight seemed to lift off my shoulders, like the gentle release of a held breath. A spark of resolve ignited within me, and I felt a sense of purpose begin to take shape. "I will fight," I repeated, my voice a little stronger now, as I locked eyes with Maria. "Thanks for the advice," I said, a small smile on my face, as I turned to head upstairs, feeling a sense of renewed determination and purpose.

“He fights here and he carries his appointments here too. The only way you talk to him is get in that cage and fight him.” “What?” I can’t even see the guy due to how loud people are jumping up and down cheering him on and I’m supposed to fight him? “I told you this was a bad idea. There are other ways to get back on-.” “I’ll fight him”, I state looking at the cage that acts as a fighting ring. “That’s suicide for you.” “You didn’t die when you confronted him so I’m pretty sure I won’t die too, William.” “I admitted defeat before he could maul me to death”, William exhales rubbing his forehead stressfully.

~Maya~ I will not let him bleed me dry. At least not without a fight. My hands are trembling, but my blood boils, and I feel a surge of unknown power rushing through my body. I press my palms into the mud, push myself off the ground, and jump to my feet, ready to fight to my last breath.

And for her, I’ll keep fighting. Always.