Something Worth Dying For Novels & Stories

And if the Council wanted to eliminate my family, they'd have to go through me first. Even if that meant my death. Even if it meant losing everything. Some things were worth dying for. And Elara and the twins were at the top of that list.

"You were always strong—you could have fought back against your heart. Love is nothing to die for. You could have stopped her. You could have chosen to live. Why didn't you?" Her shoulders shook, and her breath came in ragged, uneven gasps. "And that slut—Vince's bitch—she doesn't even care. She feels no remorse. She said she's happy. She said she's fulfilled. She killed you, and she doesn't even—" Her voice broke entirely. "Why? WHY?" "You gave up everything for her. Yet she doesn't even feel bad about what happened. Is someone worth dying for? Answer me, Zayne! You weak-ass idiot!"

I bit my lip and sighed. "I just exist for death, I can kill but rarely do, it's very difficult to explain but I know how everyone will leave this existence except for you, I only know when you won't perish because you're my soulmate," I mumbled softly. He eyed me questionably and glanced out the window, avoiding my eyes. He exhaled harshly and leaned back against the seat. "Alright Sebastian, you're Death and my soulmate. Does that make me Life," he asked curiously. I bit my lip and chuckled, it couldn't be that simple, I highly doubted that. I side eyed him and grinned.

They stood there in silence. That’s when Sophia, lying weakly on a hospital bed nearby, spoke up in a trembling voice. “Don’t force her. It’s okay if Ava doesn’t want to do it. My life isn’t worth that much. She’s always been the one everyone cherished. I’m just a nobody. If I die, it’s fine.” “What are you talking about?! You saved her life. No way we’re letting you die!” They stared at me determinedly, despite all my begging, and dragged me into that operating room.

She has always been your enemy. She is dying. Dying people are desperate. He sets the newspaper down. Dying people will say anything. They will do anything. They will use anyone. They will lie. They will manipulate. They will do whatever it takes to feel like they have done something good. They will do whatever it takes to feel forgiven.

Political maneuvering dressed up as heroism. Ignatia must have seen it too, because she laughed. The sound was like wood splitting in a bonfire, harsh and mocking. "Empty sacrifice means nothing," she said, echoing my thoughts. "The one who dies must mean something to all of you. Not just grand gestures and future glory. Real loss. Real pain. Real love." Garrett's face flushed darker. "I meant what I said. I'm willing to die." "Willing and worthy are different things," Ignatia replied. "Try again."

"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?

“For me to be in such a situation would require there being someone among the living who might be used as leverage against me.” An ache struck me in the gut that there wasn’t someone he cared so much about, but I shook away the sensation. “If there is nothing in your life worth dying for, then what is there worth living for?” “Reputation. Battle fame.” Tristan ’s reaction should have horrified me in its selfishness, but… there was a hollowness beneath the flippancy that made me question if some part of him wanted it to be otherwise. “Well, you have that,” I remarked and drained the cup in my palm.

And somehow, I’ll find a way to prove to her that I’m worth the risk. That we’re worth fighting for. Even if it kills me.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

“You think having Nazte’s mate in your pack would offer you some sort of protection, don’t you?” “It won’t,” said Ares, very softly. “Curse me for trying. At least I have hope.” Mum scowled at Ares. “There must be a way out of this. Trying to be honourable now – saying you will stand and fight and die for your pack – means nothing. You will not be remembered. Your death will achieve nothing.” “You always taught me to do what was right,” I whispered, my eyes going wide. “To stand up for what I believed in, no matter the cost. If that means dying for nothing more than an ideal, that’s what I’ll do.”