Advance Bravely Novels & Stories

She’s too caught up in her fear of the things around us. He whispers his brother’s name, “Henry.” His eyes flicker back to her and I see the relief wash over his face knowing that she didn’t hear him. I tell him, “Well, no matter your age. You are brave. But I just wanted to check on you. Even the bravest people can crumble.” The corner of his mouth lifts up and he looks at me and says, “Thank you. I really appreciate it. But… I’m okay right now.”

The boys nodded frantically, not daring to say a word, knowing that their father would punish them severely if he heard even the smallest sound of defiance. They remained silent the rest of the night. "Do you think I'm weak?" Her question caught him off guard. He was startled out of his thoughts when he heard her ask him such a question. He shifted uncomfortably. "Of course you're not weak." He insisted defensively. "There's no weakness in bravery." He added. She smiled at him happily, resting her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her tightly. "Bravery doesn't mean giving up and letting yourself die instead of fighting. It means overcoming obstacles head on and being willing to

He confirmed. My breath caught at this stark admission. I saw again Amara's grim warning outside the healers' ward. For all Timothy's current esteem, harsh truth brewed beneath. I chose my next words with care. "War drives even the bravest to the brink. Holding fast matters most." I clasped his rigid shoulder. "That you still stand among us proves your courage. Let the rest fade into night's shadows."

“Oh? Do you people know who we are? The Brazen glared coldly. “Since you know that, then you should know that no weapon can even go against them! “You are nothing before our eyes! Then, the Brazen squinted at Harvey. “Grovel as an apology! “Let Aryan do as he pleases to you! “I’ll let this one slide if you do! “But if you don’t, then I can’t promise you a safe passage to the afterlife!” The Brazen stomped on the ground before his whole body gleamed like the sun.

“You will need more than parlor tricks to defeat me.” He came at me again, faster this time. I ducked under his swing and kicked out, my foot connecting with his side. The impact jarred me, but he barely flinched. He grabbed my arm and twisted, pulling me closer. “You are brave,” he hissed, his breath hot against my face. “Bravery will not save you.” It isn’t bravery that I am counting on. I just need the right tool, and I can get him until I can tap into my magic again.

Breaking Free-- An emotional novel about a young expecting mother trying to break free from the pain of her past, while being on the run from her abusive ex. While running from danger, with nothing in hand, Katie bumps into handsome navy seal, Kaleb Song, who promises on his soul to protect the woman and her unborn child from any endangerment that is lurking around the corner. Will Katie break free from the pain and fear that her ex caused her, so that she would be able to trust and fall in love again?

Wild. “Stay behind me,” he ordered. “No,” I said. I stepped forward. Power flowed. Not loud. Controlled. Wolves froze mid-strike. Dropped to knees. Not all. Enough. Shock rippled again. “She’s doing it without a howl,” someone whispered. Adrian fought like someone who wanted to die. Reckless. Brave. I grabbed his arm. “Don’t.” He looked at me. Blood on his face. “This is my mess.”

she said. A brief smile appeared on his lips. “I’m a Warrior. I can get through school.” She watched as he hitched his backpack over one shoulder and walked across the grassy expanse of the front lawn and headed inside the school building. His head was held high and pride fluttered in her heart at his bravery.

He seemed to have detected my unease and asked me, "Luna, why are you looking so anxious?" Just as he was done asking, I saw Archer standing in front of me. He was still holding the pair of plain wedding bands in his hand that he'd just purchased. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out, even after a long while. Meanwhile, Marley didn't seem the least bit afraid. Maybe it was his intuition, but he managed to sense danger. So, he asked Archer in a stern, unfriendly voice, "Hello. What do you want?" Archer looked uneasy. I guessed that he noticed Marley's hand on my shoulder.

“Show me how far your heart will carry you before it bends or breaks.” And in that instant, everything shifted. The soldiers surged forward again, the Direwolf lunged, and the battle escalated into a blur of steel, shadow, and fire. My pulse raced, adrenaline surged, and I moved with precision, parrying, striking, defending, every motion a testament to the promise I had made to Lyla.