Advance Bravely Novels & Stories

Yes, I would bring fear and death to all who’d wronged me, and it would beautiful. “Indeed. I rather enjoy pain and suffering, I think you will too, Scarlet” Evan stated holding out his hand to help me over a large protruding tree root. I almost took it considering I’d managed to trip over every single root I’d come across, but I didn’t. I didn’t need him to help me, not to walk, sit or stand. I had to learn how to do those basic things on my own, just like I would kill everyone in town tonight, on my own.

"My work is sitting in court testifying against someone who wants me dead. How is that not letting them control me?" "Because you're choosing to testify. You're choosing to see this through despite the danger. That's not being controlled. That's being brave." Some of the fight went out of Adrian's posture. "I don't feel brave. I feel terrified." "Bravery isn't the absence of fear. It's acting despite it. You're one of the bravest people I've ever met, Adrian. Don't lose sight of that." He leaned into me, letting me hold him, and I wrapped my arms around him, offering what comfort I could.

So, she quickly put on a bright smile and hugged me. She praised, "Look at you! This is such an improvement. You used to endure everything in silence. But now, you surprised everyone by fighting back so bravely." The baby said proudly from my belly, "Thanks to me, Mommy is finally able to leave that scumbag dad behind!" I couldn't help but laugh. "Stop teasing me. It's all thanks to my baby that I finally found the courage to fight back." At the mention of the child, Amelie's expression turned slightly uneasy.

“Bravery is not about tolerating suffering for no reason. It is about choosing to endure when it serves something greater.” Then she casually dropped a burning sphere into my palms. I screamed. “You crazy bitch!”

"I don't feel brave." "Brave people never do. They just keep going anyway." He was right. Bravery wasn't confidence. It was moving forward scared. And in five days, I'd stand in city hall. Scared. Broken. But moving forward. With Marcus. Building something new. On our terms. Maybe that was enough. Maybe that was everything.

"I just did what I had to do." "That's what makes it legendary. You didn't try to be a hero. You just kept surviving. Kept fighting. Kept choosing love over fear." He takes my hand. "That's why people are staring. Not because you're different. Because you're proof that anyone can do impossible things if they're brave enough." "I wasn't brave. I was terrified." "Same thing sometimes." He squeezes my hand. "Bravery isn't not being scared. It's being scared and doing it anyway."

"You're braver than you know, Mandy. This—standing up to your abuser—it's not easy. But it's powerful." "I don't feel powerful," Mandy admitted. "I feel terrified." "Bravery isn't the absence of fear," Aiden said. "It's acting despite the fear. And what you're choosing to do—that takes real courage." After they left with final reassurances and instructions for tomorrow, I pulled Mandy back into my arms. "You don't have to do this," I said one last time. "If you change your mind—"

"You'll know. When choice comes, you'll know." "Will it hurt?" "Does it matter?" "Guess not." "You are brave, Ronan. Braver than you know." "Don't feel brave." "Bravery isn't lack of fear. It's doing what's right despite fear." "And dying for them is right?" "Saving them is right. How you do it is up to you." Voice fades. Leaves me alone with thoughts. With knowledge I can't share. In the future I can't change. Sacrifice one, save two.

"The fragment. The one on the beach." "I want—" I stopped. Didn't know. "You want to be the hero," the oldest said. "The witness who saves. But that's just another way of disappearing." "Stop," I said. They stopped. Turned. Seven identical faces. Seven expressions. Fear. Hope. Anger. Nothing. Everything. "You're not her," I said. "Any of you. You're what she made. She's on the beach. Dying. While you breathe together." "We are her," the youngest said. "The distributed self. The solution to being one person. One can die. Many survive."

“We need to assess injuries and make sure everyone is accounted for.” As the pack gathered, Blair took a moment to breathe deeply and ground herself before speaking. “First off, I just want to say that I’m proud of each and every one of you for your bravery today. We faced a powerful enemy together and stood with one another against it. Your resilience and strength are a tribute to what we all share.”