Something Worth Dying For Novels & Stories

"I just believe that dying for something you really believe in is a better death than dying trying to meet someone else's expectations, I say that from experience." "And what is that supposed to mean?" asked Doreon exasperatedly, pulling himself up. "Why do you always talk like that? You say one thing and I never understand what you mean, I never understand anything with you!" Then he ran a hand through his hair. The commander looked at him in surprise. "You take it personally, you should calm down a bit." Doreon snorted and threw himself to the ground, closing his eyes. "Living as others would like is not a life worth living," he heard her say.

Only then did they realize the Jensen family had more than one daughter. I even heard some people whisper about how I'd been dead for ages. The Jensens threw themselves into philanthropy after my death—maybe they wanted to use it to negate the bad karma they'd gathered over the years. … It was my death anniversary again. My brothers gathered before my resting spot. Eugene was still wearing the scarf, which was now becoming worn after one too many washes. A fresh bouquet was placed before my gravestone, which had been cleaned. I felt my soul turning transparent. It looked like I wouldn't have to spend much longer by their sides.

I whispered, holding my hair in despair and Stephen heaved out a sigh. “Goodness…” He said, his voice laced with disappointment. “I can't lecture you right now until I see you physically. But remember that you nearly died. I warned you, Japheth.” “I tried. I really tried not to fall for him. But it's Aaron. It's like he was actually meant for me.” I muttered in despair. “And I know I nearly died but he saved me. I don't know if I can keep doing this.” “So you wanna quit the mission?”

“Because the other choice is letting our children grow up hunted by things that should have stayed buried.” The war was coming. There was no stopping it. But for the first time since I arrived in this land, I felt ready. Not just to survive, but to defend the right to choose a different future. If the First Dominion believed fear would break us, they were wrong. Some things are worth dying for. And some things are worth living for.

” “Don't worry, I will avenge your death, your company will be restored, I will make them pay for every pain they have caused you, and I will make them regret living.” His voice drifted further away. Her eyes began to close slowly. She wished : “TO BE GIVEN A SECOND CHANCE.” She was seeing her parents in tears. She stretched her hands to touch them, but they turned to dust. Tears rolled down her eyes, darkness folded around her, and she let it take her. Death claimed her

Pack leaders watching with calculating interest. My father's jaw tightened. "Brave words from a boy who's about to die." "Then kill me. Here. Now. In front of everyone. Show them exactly what kind of leader you are." He raised his hand. I saw the soldiers level their weapons. Saw my father's finger move toward the signal that would end my life. And I didn't run. Didn't beg. Just stood there and waited. Because some things were worth dying for. Miranda. Truth. The chance to inspire others to choose better.

I will promise I will protect you and will take every attack coming to you on me wholeheartedly. Is it bad to love someone to the extend that you end up forgetting about your own existence? But for him dying is worth it if it is for her. _____________________________________ Do like and give feedback. Comment more and more I wanna read your comments about how the episode was. Spread the purple heart.

You could see the fear in all their eyes, see their bodies just quivering. “ There is no greater honour than dying in a fight for your people. I am ready to die in this field but I will die proud and happy yet know, I will die having left nothing but havoc. Don’t see this as your death, see this as the honour it is, defending your family and people. We will protect our people and land until the last breath we draw.” I said out, speaking from deep in my heart. The words were packed with much power, head held up high.

That can be thrown away when they have finished their purpose or when something better comes along. I hug Manor tightly knowing his pain... Why would anyone bring something to this world knowing they would die a horrible death? ..... The sad part is... to Manor. .. or any other Version. .. they must think that it's honorable. .willing to throw their life at any chance for an honorable death... Why should they only be able to make a difference through their death and not life? Why? Why? I kept asking myself, becoming more confused at the question while a fury of anger, sorrow, hate, confusion, and love whirled around within me.

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.