Not Worth Dying For Novels & Stories

the voice of rhythmic breathing hasn't stopped its music. "To think that you would go this far in order to save this little man, you should know that all of this will be of no value." the Lady commented after she'd waited for the awful deaths to die down. The path towards immortality has always been wrought out by the rotting bodies of legion. She cared not one bit about these worthless mortal lives.

“To give you some face?” The moment Lord Schulz heard this, he sighed and said, “In the world we live in, everything has its own value. There’s a saying that goes ‘the vengeance of killing someone’s father is more than heaven can bear.’ If you give that person a billion, ten billions, a hundred billions, or even a thousand billions, there is always a price which can move his heart.” He then switched to his main point. “However, the main point is that you’d have to know how much something is worth. Would you take it even if it costs you thousands of billions?”

"You lit the darkness that almost perished me to the pit of damnation. You saved me and revealed the truth. Your existence is the real power, Xiomara. I'm willing to die for you." Fuck. What the hell are they talking about?! My brows knotted and clenching my fist, I gritted my teeth. "I'm not worth it to die for," I loudly declared before prowling my eyes around. "Dying was the last thing I have in mind. I don't want every one of you to die because you are willing to do that for me. I want everyone to fight for their lives, for their survival, for their freedom to end this havoc. Every life matters, not just mine. Fight for yours, not mine. Live for your life, not mine. Breathe, withstand, b

"I suggest you decide quickly. Panic evacuations can be deadly stampedes that kill more efficiently than explosives sometimes." Sera looked at the bonded couples around her. Some were standing, indicating they were about to depart. Others stayed seated, hands linked with their friends, and silently decided to stay together no matter what happened. One young vampire told his witch friend, "We should go." "Live to fight another day." "Or stay and show we mean what we say," she responded. "That our bond is worth dying for." "It's not worth your life." "How do you know?" How can anyone know what is worth dying for until the time comes?

If Jasper died, she would not be able to live as well. However, he was such a dazzling and exceptional person, he had the ability to bring so much warmth and light to people in difficult times. It was not worth it. It was not worth it for such a righteous person, a man with great achievements and merits to die with an eternal stain...

Broken hope that tries anyway. Always tries. Forever tries. Despite everything. That was my daughter. That was Hope. That was— Everything worth fighting for. Everything worth surviving for. Everything worth— Living for. Dying for. Becoming for. Forever.

I couldn’t remember the last time I actually took the time to enjoy my shower. So, I stayed in longer than usual just thinking about today and what was at stake. Was I really ready to let six innocent people die today? Yes, yes I was. And I kept telling myself this. It was necessary, and I knew it... It would be worth the lives lost. Ramses was worth any amount of lives lost.

And now, as Damon took a closer look at the five dead men, each man had letters branded on his forehead, R, I, MA, T, and UM. "Rape, Incest, Mate Abuse, Treachery, and Undeserved Murder." Holy shit. Damon was suddenly happy to be alive and unmarked; Karistus was BADASS. Of the thirteen wolves that had accompanied him on his run, five wolves were now dead, seven remained unconscious, but living and one had ascended to something different entirely. "Where is she heading now?" Knox looked off into the distance, noticing the weather changing as judgment roamed the earth once more.

Choosing life despite knowing it ends. That was courage. That was strength. That was everything worth being. Everything worth fighting for. Everything worth dying for if it came to that. But first. Before dying. Before losing. Before anything else. They'd live. They'd love. They had be. Fully. Completely. Presently. For however long possible. And that was everything. Really everything. The only answer. The only path. The only choice worth making. Live. Love. Fight. All of it. Together. Forever. Until the end.

WYATT I slam the snooze button and throw the clock onto the floor hoping it will break. Waking up never feels good anymore. I roll over and look at my framed wedding picture on my nightstand. Tim would want more for me. He wouldn’t want me to be depressed everyday. It’s been five years since I watched him die. This house is so empty without him.