Relentless Novels & Stories

Together, we were unstoppable. I closed the journal gently. “I don’t need limits,” I said softly, letting my fingers brush over his hand as it reached for mine. “I need you to match me. Not lead. Not follow. Just… be as relentless as I am.” Sebastian’s lips twitched, half-smile, half-snarl. “You’re intoxicating when you say that,” he murmured. “Relentless. Dangerous. Perfect.” I swallowed. Perfect was never safe, and safe was never the goal. My father’s legacy demanded fire, not comfort. And I would wield it.

Relentless. I gritted my teeth. "Hold on to me." "Rowan, you’re hurt—" "I said hold on." She did. Her grip tightened around me as we moved. Step by step. Through the smoke. Through the falling debris. Through what felt like an endless wall of heat and chaos. "Almost there," I muttered, though I wasn’t sure if it was for her or for me. The exit came into view. "Keep going," she whispered. "I’m not stopping," I replied.

He stared at it, then deleted the words before hitting send. When he finally looked up, rain had started again, soft, steady, relentless.

I would endure. With every fiber of my being, I'm holding onto life like a lifeline, refusing to let go despite the relentless onslaught of pain and doubt. It's as if I'm driven by an innate instinct, a primal need to defy those who seek to oppress me and to prove my worth to all the doubters out there. These years of enduring suffering and rejection would all be for nothing if I were to surrender now. No, that's not an option. I refuse to be defeated so easily. I'll fight tooth and claw, fueled by this primal urge to assert my existence and demand recognition in a world that's constantly trying to deny me both.

"If you can’t handle a camera while being yelled at by a man who thinks he’s a god, quit now. It’ll save us the paperwork." ​Sarah, at least, offered a sympathetic wince. "Ignore him. He’s just bitter because the CEO made him re-edit the last press release six times because his 'left side' looked too soft. Welcome to the Lion’s Den, Hannah." ​"Is he... always that difficult?" I asked, trying to sound casually curious.

Not ever. With a surge of energy, I push forward, my blade finding its mark once again. She gasps, a mix of pain and disbelief etched on her face. Time slows as I watch her stumble, her grip on reality slipping away. Despite that, she fights, her resolve intractable. I am relentless, unrelenting. I press on, my movements focused by a burning desire for to win. My muscles ache, my breath laboured, but I do not falter. Victory is within reach, just a breath away.

That which doesn’t applies Is also the me I will furnish strength Purpose is to go Beyond limits Beyond peaks I will make for No physical peak This sky cannot hold me Anymore Anymore For life is now All set to rebegin I will focus on victory Not defeat Never tragedy It’s me It’s for me The power of universe Is all Is all set within Conquer it Care for it Love it What a joy is being Beyond peaks Beyond limits of peaks Amen

That too had become acceptable. Raven noticed the change in himself as he walked home. He no longer scanned for points of failure. He noticed continuity instead. A café reopening after inconsistent hours. A bus route running late but reliably so. A neighbor who waved each evening without fail. These were not optimizations. They were anchors. Persistence lived in repetition, not improvement.

I grunt but don’t fall. Another. Another. It’s relentless, fists slamming into my stomach, my ribs, my jaw. I take it all, my body screaming in protest, my vision blurring at the edges. But I don’t go down. I won’t fucking go down. I let my head roll back, my breath shaky as I chuckle, my teeth stained red. “Is that all you’ve got?” I rasp. He exhales hard, wiping the sweat from his brow. “You don’t stop, do you?”

“How did the interview go? Do you need to stay for overtime? You should have the day off if it’s a rest day, right? If things are too competitive, don’t push yourself too hard. “Your mother and I only care about your health and happiness. There’s no need to wear yourself out just for a bit of extra money.” Valerie opened her mouth to reply, but her gaze fell on the figure still standing at the base of the tree. She furrowed her brow slightly. Why was he still there?