Advance Bravely Novels & Stories

They were torn between forces they hadn't control of that even without the progressing war outside the wall, in the highlands, they couldn't win alread "Brave are we who remains fighting. We don't need anyone to sing our bravery over the nation's. Knowing it ourselves that it is true, that we are brave in these times of turmoils, is enough pride for us to wear as crowns over our heads all our life," Karlo said, his voiced rang over the heads of the remaining soldiers of Boldon sworn to hold the Wall, "but being brave isn't always mean being wise. Being wise is to know when to stop fighting.

This time I could have sworn on my own life, it was not a blank. "What are you doing?" My voice came out timid, strained. I tried again but only air came from my lips, I felt like I was side tackled. "I told you I would fix this dilemma for you. You want them released, this is the only way. I know your kind, willing to give up your own life but if that meant that jeopardized someone else's, you back off, you whimper away. You lose that bravery." He practically spat out that last sentence, placing a heavy emphasis on 'bravery'.

Her soul screamed for peace, her spirit cried for salvation. "Miracle!" she cried out. That was who she could call upon. The one that had to answer her call no matter what. She stared up blankly, her eyes firmly fixed. "Mother Miracle, I need you." *** Harry Malton jogged steadily on the wide tarred road. His red back pack danced up and down making a gentle noise that served as a rhythm for him. On his face was a huge smile. His brown hair bounced up and down beating gently against his forehead. The cool breeze blew around alerting him to spread his arms out wide to intensify the super-hero imagination he was playing in his head.

"The moon favors the brave child. And you are braver than you know." Later, when I climbed back to the surface, the training fields were alive with movement. It spoke of controlled panic. Draven was fighting with two warriors at once. His bare arms were slick with sweat. His movements were smooth and deadly as water over stone. Every strike was perfect. Every dodge was planned. It was as if he were showing that even outnumbered, we could still win.

Kathryn Michaels is a country bumpkin with an honest personality. She's also a timid woman who tends to make careless mistakes at work. Just one glare can easily make her burst into tears. Chris Albert is the most well-known man in Harborlean. He's a cruel and bloodthirsty man with a penchant for brutal and inhuman methods. No woman dares to pine after him even though he's blessed with gorgeous looks. Unexpectedly, a woman actually manages to sneak into his room and sleep with him while he's drunk! Just as Chris scours the world for the mysterious woman, he realizes that his secretary is putting on more weight each passing day. With a dark expression on his face, he coaxes, "Tell me, Kathy.

“Likewise; why are you standing there like I am contaminated or something? Come and get into bed with me” “Is it allowed?” “It isn’t, but who cares? Come here.” He moved like he was unsure but I smiled at him and he seemed to relax. “I am so sorry you went through all of that pain and Trauma babe, and I am so sorry it’s your best friend who put you through it. I know how much you love her and how much she means to you.”

"Bravery isn't the absence of fear, Ni. It's pushing through despite it." The Weaver, their voice dripping with malevolent delight, chimed in, "Such touching sentiment amidst impending doom." Their laughter echoed, sending chills down our spines. "Let's see how brave you all are when the true battle begins." As the tension in the chamber escalated, an unexpected warmth enveloped us. The air pulsated with an energy, unlike anything we'd felt before. Our bond, our unity, seemed to grow even more robust, linking each of us in an intricate web of strength and trust.

"Grace, you make me want to be brave. Want to be someone who stands up for what he believes in instead of just going along with what's easy. That's—that's not simple. But it's real. And I'll take real over simple any day." "That's—" Her voice caught. "That's really romantic for someone who's currently talking about potential wars."

she asked gently, watching his hands rest without trembling. He shook his head. “Dad says fear is a waste of time. If you waste time, you lose.” Victor stood a short distance away, observing without interference. His posture was relaxed, but Sabrina could feel the sharpness of his attention. Every time Elias shifted, Victor’s eyes followed. “You don’t always have to be fearless,” she told the boy softly while labeling the vial. “Sometimes it’s enough to be brave for just a minute. "Being brave doesn’t mean you’re never scared. It means you hold your fear’s hand and still take a step." Elias tilted his head, studying her as though the words were a puzzle he intended to solve.

I felt deeply, gnawingly afraid. --- Ancient Morpheus courageously left at cold, grey dawn. He walked steadily north, completely alone, his ancient, noble form slowly fading into the thick, swirling snow. I silently watched him go, the fragile bond between us faint but still reassuringly present. Wise Somnia stood protectively beside me. "He is incredibly brave." "He is utterly desperate." "Sometimes those two things are exactly the same." "No. True bravery fully knows the terrible risk. Desperation foolishly takes the terrible risk anyway."