Worth The Fighting For Novels & Stories

He said that worth-while dreams do not happen on their own; that if one wanted his dreams to come true, one must be ready to go all out for it. In his words, "Every prize has a price that goes with it." He made it clear that what he meant by fighting was not the exchange of blows or fists, killing and destroying of properties, but by standing up to issues of life, paying the price by working on it till success was achieved.

"Then remember what you learned in those fights. The fundamentals do not change. Stay low. Stay together. Do not try to be heroes. Just survive." Another wolf spoke up. Female. Young. Fierce. "We fight for you Your Majesty. For what you built here. For proof that we can stand beside them as equals." The words settled in my chest. Heavy. Humbling. "You do not fight for me. You fight for the person beside you. For a future where your children do not have to prove their worth to exist. Where bloodlines do not determine value. Where no one ends up on an auction block because someone decided they were less than."

Thank you so much for reading "Worth Fighting For"! Doriane's and Levi's story continues on, but the focus shifts from Doriane and Levi's relationship to Landon and Brooklyn's relationship. Here is a little preview for those of you wanting more! Almost ten years ago, Landon watched his mate be killed right before his eyes. It changed him. After being hard and controlling for years, he has finally learned how to deal with the fact that she was gone. Forever. That is until he goes undercover into Washington. Peter and Oliver Arroyo have a connection to their dad's business in Washington and after they almost killed Doriane and Levi, Landon wants revenge.

Her uncle inquired, handing over his phone to his assistant and gesturing for their food to be brought in. “Yes, uncle. The training taught me a lot about how to survive without any modern day resources at hand. I am uncertain when that would be useful considering my future role, but I did my best to absorb as much information as I could from it regardless.” Unable to help herself, Valery’s smile spread into a mischievous grin as her eyes darted to her curious cousins. “I also fought a demonic bear while I was out there,” Valery announced, subconsciously tracing the sharp points of her teeth with her tongue as she used her pointer finger to slide her glasses up. She could barely restrain her

Gordon went on, "Don't you dare get upset at me. I only hit you a few times. I didn't kill you or cripple you. I just wanted you to feel some pain so you would learn a lesson! How dare you argue with me and resist? If people in our village found out, they'd criticize you for being unruly! "Alright, hurry up and drive yourself back here right now! The whole family is waiting for you to come back and cook!'"

Never show your opponent what cards you hold in your hand. Fighting is both a game of strategy and preservation. You fight to protect your people, who count on you. Whoever comes out on top is stronger; they’re the ones to be feared. You hold that title until you fall. To be the best and remain at the top, you must always believe you can improve. You must believe that you don’t deserve the title constantly proving yourself to others daily, that you earned it. Practice until you bleed, until your body aches, and keep pushing until your limbs are too heavy to move and breathing burns your lungs.

"I am afraid too. The Old Guard has a large army and they want to take back everything we have built in the past two years." The crowd was very quiet. Listening. "I cannot promise you an easy victory" I said. "I cannot promise no one will get hurt. But I can promise you that what we are fighting for is real and it is worth fighting for and I will not stop fighting for it no matter what it costs me personally."

“Don't fight back.” “What?” Jared turned to me with a shocked expression. “You expect us to stand still and let them take over our pack? We are not Cowards.” “I would rather be a coward than let our people fight a losing battle,” I countered. “Everyone’s life is more important than our dignity and reputation.” “Fuck.” He slammed his hand on the table. “I can't believe this is really happening. We are going to lose our pack without even getting a fair chance to defend it.”

This connection that had started as a transaction and has become something neither of them could name. It was real. And maybe just maybe it was worth fighting for.

“So. What do I have to do to get out from under?” Kirk smiled. “You’re gonna love this, man. I swear.” I highly doubt it. “Go on.” “One fight. One last one. Win or lose, I don’t give a fuck. All you gotta do is show up and fight. After that, you’re out. For good.”