Advance Bravely Novels & Stories

Merlina's P.O.V I exit the forest, limping on my right ankle as it endured so much pain from falling on rocks and being stabbed by branches. Based on the amount of time I've been running, it seems like it's safe to come out the forest now. I drag my body out of the dark, dead woods as I see a sports car sitting along the road. A smile spreads across my face as I think of freedom and the help I could receive. I walk closer to the car trying the get some help to take me to calabasas but the closer I get to the car the more clear I can see the faces.

'I'm done now, this would only spell a disaster now that I'm in the bad books of this young man! "Get down on your knees now, all of you!" As he blasted his men down. Thump! Thump! Thump! Dozens of Brightmoon mens and Azure's men fell down on their knees, successively like a pack of domino's. Azure joined them and went down on his knees.

It was now her turn to express her gratitude and praise for his remarkable courage. "My fellow pack members," Rory began, her voice ringing clear and strong. "Today, I stand before you to honor our Alpha, Caleb, for his unwavering bravery during our recent war against Selena. He has shown us what it means to be a true leader, guiding us through the darkest of times." The crowd erupted in applause, their cheers echoing through the hall. Rory smiled, her heart swelling with pride as she continued.

The board adjourned shortly after. When the doors finally closed behind us, I released a breath I felt like I’d been holding for ten years. Alexander turned to me, his eyes bright with something fierce and proud. “You were incredible.” I laughed softly, shaking slightly as adrenaline ebbed. “I was terrified.” He cupped my face, his thumb brushing away a tear I hadn’t realized had fallen. “Brave doesn’t mean fearless. It means you stood anyway.” Outside, the city surged back to life cars moving, lights flashing, the world continuing on as if something monumental hadn’t just cracked open.

"You… You're…" I had always kept a low profile and didn't want to reveal my identity, so I shook my head. John caught my drift and barked, "The vetting process for this bid meeting is strict. If he's in here, he definitely has an invitation. Let this be the end of this farce. Anyone who stirs up trouble from here on will immediately be disqualified from bidding!" With him laying down the law, Sandra and Lester had no choice but to nod and agree. Lester shot me a hateful look and growled, "You were just lucky!"

“Because you’re strong. And together… we’re unstoppable.” I leaned closer, trusting him completely. “Then we fight together,” I said, voice trembling but resolute. He pressed a hand over my heart, feeling the pulse beneath his fingers. “Every breath, every movement… I’m with you. Always.” The pack moved silently, arranging the room. Blankets, herbs, warm water, protective wards — every detail already prepared in anticipation. The pack’s quiet efficiency reassured me. I wasn’t just bringing life into the world; I was doing it surrounded by those who would defend it to the last breath.

His soldiers nodded and got into position with their weapons, ready for the assault. Seconds passed, and the tension grew. Until finally, the sound of gunfire rang out loudly, crashing through the air and breaking the silence. Zayden ordered his troops forward, moving quickly and swiftly, avoiding the mines that still threatened their lives. They all work together, protecting each other while being determined to complete this mission successfully. Amidst the onslaught of gunfire and explosions, Zayden remains focused on his goal: saving Team Bravo and protecting his squad. He shows courage and determination, being able to face all the obstacles that come his way on this dangerous battlefield

“Knowing that something is dangerous, makes a person cautious, not cowardly.” “I did not say you were a coward,” she stroked her hands up his chest and looped them behind his neck. “I know that you are not. By your own admission, coming onto land is all but a death sentence to a Mer. You swam upstream to investigate a danger, knowing the risks. You fought for survival, pulling yourself to land when the water became too dangerous. You had to have been terrified when I appeared with a gun and pulled you to shore. You were brave in not attacking me when I took you into my house. And you were brave in continuing your investigation of the poison in the water and travelling on the land with me. I

Huge men, the kind of huge that immediately activates female survival instincts. One has dark hair shaved close on the sides, heavy scars cutting across his mouth and brow. The other is broader, older maybe, thick neck covered in tattoos disappearing beneath a black thermal shirt stretched tight over muscle. Both stare at me openly and neither looks friendly. My pulse kicks hard, adrenaline waiting to see if I choose fight or flight. Fuck them. Frankie Bell did not survive retail customers and shitty landlords by cowering. I lift an eyebrow. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer, pervs.”

"You survived." "I needed your magic just to walk." "You walked." "I cry every day." "You still get back up." "I ran away." "You protected your child." "I abandoned everyone." "You saved someone." I look away. "I don't feel brave." Raven is quiet for a long moment. Then she reaches across the console and takes my hand. "Being brave isn't about not being afraid." She squeezes gently. "It's making the impossible choice because someone else needs you to." My eyes fill again.