10 Brave Novels & Stories

"You don't have to be brave all the time. We're just little kids." "I'm a boy. Boys are supposed to be brave. That's what Matteo says. My Papa and your Papa are brave." Thalia thought about that. Then she said, "That's dumb." I blinked. "What?" "Everyone gets scared. Boys and girls. Even papas." She handed me the pencil. "You don't have to be brave, and don't listen to Matteo. He's a dummy." I looked down at my drawing. Everyone does get scared. Mark was scared when they attacked Mama. The doctors at the hospital were scared too. So maybe I'm not weak.

"The version that was someone before me. Someone who was afraid and chose to be brave anyway. Not in the stupid way. In the real way." She'd kept my words back to her. Don't be brave in a stupid way. "The real way," I said. "The way where you're actually scared and you do it anyway because the thing you're protecting is more important than the fear." She looked at the desk. "That's different from not being afraid. That's better than not being afraid." "Where did you learn that?" "From you." Simply. Without drama. "From watching you." --- The twins were ten.

"You are special. You don't need magic to be special." "But what if the bad men come back? What if I can't protect anyone?" "That's not your job. You're four years old, Hemston. Your job is to be four." "Herston's four and she saved everyone." Jamie has no response to that. Because he's right. Herston did save them. And Hemston hid. "Being brave doesn't always mean fighting," she says finally. "Sometimes it means surviving. You survived, baby. That's what matters."

“Mother… will he come for me?” I knelt before her, placing my hands gently on her shoulders. “No one can touch you without my permission, Lyla,” I said firmly. “Do you understand?” She nodded, but her small mouth trembled slightly. “Even him?” “Even him,” I said, voice softening. “But you must be brave… because sometimes, bravery isn’t about fighting. It’s about standing still and knowing that someone stronger will protect you.” Her tiny hands clutched mine. “I’m brave,” she whispered.

He just looked curious. “Do you still fight,” he asked, “when you’re not strong enough?” I nodded once. “I do.” “Why?” “Because I have to protect the people I love.” I rested my hand gently on the arm of his chair. “And my pack. It’s the job of an alpha, Eli. Even when it’s hard. Even when it hurts. Even when I’m scared.” “You get scared?” he whispered, eyes big. “Of course,” I said. “Being brave doesn’t mean you’re never scared. It means you don’t let fear stop you.”

Another student raised his hand, Vera let him speak and he said, "I'd like to add to what Sam said. You call elders for help but when there's no one, you shouldn't wait for help. You help yourself." "Wow, Peter. A star for you." Children clapped for the boy that answered as he flushed. "As Peter said, you should help yourself. Helping oneself or others means using strength. You only use your strength when you need to keep yourself safe." "Being brave doesn’t mean fighting. Being brave means knowing when to run, when to shout, and when to stand your ground. And in today's session, we're going to learn about strength and speed." Vera's eyes fell on Alex. His lips were twisted and he was glarin

Ruby sends up a howl, alerting our patrols on the border and our wolves in no man’s land that we’re heading towards them. Beside me and behind me, I can hear the sounds of wolves running at a gallop and I know that Raul, Bree and Dax have all shifted as well. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bree and Raul switch places, so Bree is now beside me, with Dax on the other side and Raul is now behind me. Bree and Dax are flanking me, protecting their Alpha and Raul knew to make that swap with Bree without even being asked.

My brain’s screaming to look away, my eyes tell my brain to get fucked. Leo moves like a pure viking berserker. Heavy, hard, all brutal strength and zero finesse. Every punch he throws is loud enough to shake bark loose from the trees. His back is carved from granite and another wicked scar slashes over one shoulder that makes me want to ask how he got it and kiss it at the same time. His thick, messy braid swings when he moves. His sweatpants hang dangerously low, flashing the promise of a V-line that could lead nations.

'There’s a difference. My reflection blurs. I’m not crying. I refuse to cry before I even try. My hands are trembling but I force them steady. Brave isn’t the absence of fear. Brave is knowing every reason you should stop… and doing it anyway.

"With Brave, you don't have to hire a bodyguard. One Brave can take on a hundred men." "This year's new product is a surprise." Some people sitting in their seats praising Brave on stage. "Brave has passed the test. Next, we will test its rescue capability." A staff member trapped in an iron barrel was carried and placed at the center of the stage. He called out to Brave and then shouted for help.