Not Worth Dying For Novels & Stories

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.

"That's exactly why I can't watch you die for me. That's why I can't watch this whole pack tear itself apart trying to protect someone who was never worth this much trouble in the first place." "You don't get to decide that," he said, his hands tightening on my shoulders. "You don't get to decide you're not worth protecting, same as you don't get to decide my life or my father's or anyone else's is worth trading for yours. That's not how any of this works."

The blood. My body trembled. “But I didn’t,” he continued. “Because you are more valuable alive.” “I would rather die than help you.” He shrugged. “Everyone says that at first.” “I mean it.” “I know,” he said softly. “That is why breaking you will be even more satisfying.” I clenched my jaw. “You will fail.” “Maybe,” he said. “But until then, we will have fun.” I shook my head. “You will never understand love, loyalty, or family. That is why you will always lose in the end.”

"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?

Two people cannot say the same thing and be wrong so it meant that she has to be really careful with her. The conversation still went on and the ladies said confidently that they didn’t care whether she was the biggest killer in town but they have to fight for David. If they lost and die in the fight it was worth a try. “I think everyone in this group is crazy, what the hell is special with that man that all of you want to die for him. If you talk about being handsome there are a lot more men who are handsome and have wealth at the same time. What is all this nonsense?”

And I'd teach them that sometimes you do terrifying things. Sometimes you face impossible odds. Sometimes you risk everything. Not because you're fearless. But because some things are worth fighting for. And being the Luna they deserved? That was worth fighting for. Even if it killed me.

It was simply setting things right. He brushed away a few fallen leaves from the grave and exhaled. “You’d hate what I’ve done,” he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “No more secret meetings. No more blind loyalty. No more fear.” The wind carried his words into the quiet. “You always said worth was something you inherit,” he continued. “That it came from our name. Our power. Our control.” He shook his head lightly. “But you were wrong. Worth isn’t inherited. It’s built — every day, by how you treat people, how you love them, how you live.”

"And if the tunnels collapse while we're trying to get them out?" "Then we die together instead of letting them die alone." "That's not a strategy. That's martyrdom." "Sometimes martyrdom is the only strategy left." He was quiet for a moment, processing that. "You know," he said finally, "when I first met you, I thought you were just another heir trying to prove himself through reckless behavior." "And now?" "Now I think you're someone who understands that some things are worth dying for." "Is that better or worse?" "That depends on whether we survive the next hour."