Something Worth Dying For Novels & Stories

Even if I deserve to witness the pain and feel it with my own. “I love you.” She whispers. “Fuck, I love you more than anything…” I say, pain licking up my neck in a warning. The fucking oath now wishes to hinder the truth and what I need to say. If only it fucking knew what I was giving up for it. What I am losing because of the fucking grip it has on my life. “I am willing to die for you…I would rather die than do this to you again.”

I won’t even know it, won’t even realize that I am close to death. I lean in and press my lips to Elita's mouth, which is still swollen from my rough kisses. Death has never seemed like a bad idea to me. I have always thought…I have lived more than the life written in my fate. When the time comes, I can readily give up my life and let fate have its way in the end. But now, I am realizing it. I didn’t want to just give up because I was cool about dying. It was because there was nothing worth living for. Everyone around me had something they held onto, a meaning they attached to their life.

This wasn't dirty money—it was money I'd earned by trading away my freedom for the rest of my life. I closed my eyes, no longer willing to explain anything. I asked, "What do you want? As long as I have it, I can give it to you."

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”

But inside the villa, wrapped in each other’s arms and bodies, they had found something worth fighting for. Something worth dying for.

I asked quietly. "Even then." She looked at me, and I saw peace in her expression despite everything. "Some things are worth dying for. Ronan. Shadowfang. The future we could build if we survive this. And maybe..." her voice softened, "maybe giving Kael the mercy of a clean death instead of watching him destroy himself is worth dying for too." We rode back to the castle in silence, both of us knowing that the next time we saw Kael, one of them would die.

He rubbed at his temple, wincing as the dull throb at the base of his skull returned—stronger this time. He hated that pain. It was the only thing lately that reminded him he was still alive. Nathan stood, moving toward the window. The city glittered below—bright, noisy, full of life he couldn’t feel. Neon lights painted his reflection across the glass: tousled hair, tired eyes, perfection sculpted by fame but filled by exhaustion. He tapped his cigarette against the railing, watching the ashes scatter like snow. “Another night,” he murmured, “another stranger.” His phone buzzed on the table. A message from his manager:

But in two weeks, she'd find out. The Reclamation Army was coming. And the Mountain Coalition would make its stand. For freedom. For choice. For the principle that humans deserved better than tyranny. Even if it killed them. Especially if it killed them. Because some things were worth dying for. And everything they'd built in these mountains was one of them.

Worth the suffering. Worth it all.

"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?