You Are Worthy Book Novels & Stories

she said, her eyes getting watery. “Why does everyone act like I have no use except they are the ones using me?” I asked, shaking my head. “All my life, I’ve had to prove myself worthy and even here as a slave, I’ve had to prove myself worthy and yet nobody thinks I am. I try my best every single time” I continued speaking. “In life, no one needs to prove they are worthy, we were granted life so that already means that we are worthy but is it different from me, why do I have to prove myself to people over and over again?” I questioned again and Serena held my hands.

"They had families who loved them! Children who needed them! What do I have? What's my life worth compared to Thomas's three kids or Jennifer's infant twins?" "Your life is worth everything to me. To your father. To your friends. To the thousands of wolves you've taught who are alive because of you." I pulled her into my arms despite her resistance. "Baby, you're measuring your worth against an impossible standard. No one's life is worth more or less than another's. They're all lives. All valuable. Including yours." "I can't believe that. I can't look at Thomas's children and believe my life matters as much as their father's."

"Oh you were always so naive and stupid Kaya. You believed the world around you was black and white. You were always extra and worthless. Not a single soul noticed you were gone." A few days back her words would've felt like a knife in the chest. But now I felt nothing, if anything I found it funny. If only she knew that I recently met a person who made me feel worthy. The reason I was still alive was because I was worthy. "Save your breath, Micah. Mrs Burnst told me that someone else got the scholarship and I know it's you. You were always second best compared to me in class, but don't worry that won't last long. I will take it away and you will rot in this town."

“It’s measured by what they do when all the illusions have fallen away, when there’s no one left to believe the stories they tell themselves and they’re standing alone in the dark, looking at the wreckage of their choices, and they have to decide if they will let it define them…or if they will summon the courage, to build something honest out of what’s left.” I let my hands unfold from my lap, palms open, as if to show I was hiding nothing anymore. “That is what I believe,” I finished. “That our worth lives in the moment we face who we’ve been, and still find the courage to become someone better.” For a long moment after I spoke, no one moved. Elder Fenza’s eyes held mine for the first time.

“But she is worth so much more than me.” “Not to her she’s not. She adores you. She sees in you what we all see.” “What’s that?” “An intelligent, beautiful, strong, courageous, caring she-wolf, who is a gift from the Moon Goddess. Who will do wonderful things, and who deserves the world. Someone who had a rough start, but never let that stop her from trying to achieve her dream. Who kept a brave face through everything she was experiencing. Who shared warmth, and caring even though she wasn’t receiving any. Someone with a good enough heart to befriend, and help one of her abusers. You Chastity, are worth so much more than you have been lead to believe. Everyone sees it.”

My eyes snapped up, peering into the eyes of the woman that stood before me. "Do not make the mistakes of others your own. They're who they're meant to be, as are you. Simply because someone does not have something, does not mean they lack. You were given a gift. The Moon Goddess saw fit for you to have it. She saw you as special. You were worthy." My eyes watered at her words. I couldn't believe them. If I was so worthy, why did I feel so undeserving? I shook my head, furiously.

It was simply setting things right. He brushed away a few fallen leaves from the grave and exhaled. “You’d hate what I’ve done,” he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “No more secret meetings. No more blind loyalty. No more fear.” The wind carried his words into the quiet. “You always said worth was something you inherit,” he continued. “That it came from our name. Our power. Our control.” He shook his head lightly. “But you were wrong. Worth isn’t inherited. It’s built — every day, by how you treat people, how you love them, how you live.”

she said in awe. Cara dropped the black ink and then focused her attention on the book. “It says here that the white fire is called the Mystical flames and that any protector who steps inside it without being worthy will be burnt by it.” “It searches for the one worthy enough to carry the powers it beholds. Many have tried thinking they were worthy but they have all failed and therefore killed.” “What happens when the mystical flames find the worthy one?” Amelia asked curiously. “No one knows as the worthy one has ever been found,” Cara answered. “Everyone that went into the fire died as if they weren’t worthy.”

“Not for you, perhaps. But for them. For us. We need to acknowledge what you’ve done. What you’ve sacrificed.” She turned to address the assembled pack. “Guardian Kiera has shown us that strength isn’t about being perfect. Isn’t about hiding our darkness or pretending we don’t have flaws. She confessed her deepest shames publicly, allowed us to see her at her most vulnerable, and still stood strong.” The pack howled their agreement, the sound rising into the night sky. I stood there, exposed and accepted simultaneously, feeling something I’d never quite managed before: worthy. Not worthy because I’d proven myself through trials or because I was powerful or strong or perfect.

"To determine whether the bridge is worthy. Whether the foundation is strong enough to support what comes next." Her words haunt me. Worthy. Foundation. What comes next. These are not comfortable concepts. They suggest that everything I have built, everything I have sacrificed, everything I have become, is still being evaluated. I share my fears with Kael. "There is something beyond everything I know," I say. "Something that is watching. Something that is judging." "Then we will prove ourselves worthy." "How? We do not even know what worthy means in this context." He takes my hands, his silver eyes steady. "We will face whatever comes with courage. With love. With compassion. We will continu