Something Worth Dying For Novels & Stories

she replies, her mental voice softening just a fraction, “then yes, I am saying no.” “I have denied you before to save your life, and I will do it again.” “If anything happens to her,” I say quietly, the truth of it settling deep in my marrow, “I’m already dead. So it wouldn’t make a single bit of difference if I fall from the sky.” There’s a long, agonizing pause where only the sound of distant fires fills the air. “Is this worth dying for?” Nyx asks, testing the strength of my resolve. “Yes,” I say without a second of hesitation.

You’ve lost that right a long time ago, and you don’t have anyone left to fight for you anymore, because the enemy has won. That’s why all these feelings and memories resurfaced now in an instant. That’s why they all felt confused and angry. Angry because they had lost so much, just like everyone else, while they hadn’t given up in the slightest. Angry at the world. Angry at the fact that they hadn’t done anything. Angry that they weren’t strong enough, smart enough, fast enough. And yet, angry at the same time. Because, if that was the case, it was obvious why the group didn’t give up in the beginning. Why they didn’t get tired of trying in vain to survive. Why they kept trying. Why they pu

But, due to my stubbornness, I defied her. Why did they die in the first place? Why shouldn’t I? People who have more worth often die earlier, while those who are worthless live longer. I want to die with my parents. I don’t want to live in a world where the individuals who used to encourage me to fight for my life are no longer around. If they were just going to die, they would have murdered me as well. I’m useless in this world. If I will live in the world alone, it’s like I’m being brutally murdered every day because of missing them.

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.

She's talking about something else entirely. "Why?" I ask. "Why what?" I step in front of her, forcing her to stop walking. "Why hunt them? What do they want with them?" She looks at me as if the answer were obvious. "They want to destroy them for no reason other than that they hate them." Her hands twitch, and she looks around again like she's nervous. "Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it."

"Marco, you're a year younger than Dario. You still have time to find another girl with the fertility gene. But Dario won't make it through the night. "If you divorce Vanessa and hand her over, we'll give you anything. Whatever you want—your uncle and I will make it happen." Every pair of eyes locked on us. I'd seen this moment coming the day I came back. If Dario didn't marry me, he'd be dead by morning. What I didn't expect? That even after marrying someone else, the Morellos still wouldn't let me go. Dario stared like I was his last lifeline. "Vanessa... you came. That means you still want to save me, right?"

Worth is known when it is gone, As even breath is valued only after you race, Limbs are valued only when they break And love is valued only after you hate. ...................................................

Making sure his eyes meet mine. “He was a hero who died doing the one thing that guarantees his legend will live on Wade.” “He died because I was weak.” He says softly. “Kane died saving his best friends and his alpha. He died because you were ambushed. He died because of circumstances outside of anyone's control. You are not weak, you are just worth dying for. Do you not get that yet? Wade, you inspire loyalty unlike anything I have ever seen before. And it's because you care this much.”

But she stayed to warn him, to protect him, and that delay cost her everything. Aria's throat tightened. She died for love. She died for the same reason you walked into that cave to save Logan. Because some things are worth dying for. The question is whether they are also worth living for. The words hung between them, heavy with meaning Aria was not ready to explore. I should prepare, she said, standing. Ethan and Greer leave soon. Seraphine nodded, letting the subject drop. But as Aria reached the tent entrance, her voice stopped her.

I wiped the tears that were already cascading down my cheeks. I’m too obsessed with my goal. With the former Luna’s promise. I was too immersed. I believed that perhaps . . . Life isn’t worth living unless you have something worth dying for, but then I didn’t know it was already ruining me. But I can’t go back now. I’ve killed for this, and I’m willing to kill more. I purse my lips closed. Swallowed the lump in my throat and closed my eyes to take a deep breath before a smile slithered its way on my lips.