Courage Is Calling Novels & Stories

On them. And then I pushed. Not outward. But deeper. Through the connection. Searching. Fighting. And then I found them. The corrupted ones. Their presence was sharp. Jagged. Controlled. And behind it Fear. I reached for them. “It’s okay,” I whispered. I didn’t know if they could hear me. But I tried anyway. “You’re not alone.” For a moment Nothing. And then A flicker. Response. “They hear you,” Callum said, his voice distant but hopeful.

Calling. Nyx sat beside me in the passenger seat. Her hand rested on my thigh, fingers squeezing gently—mother’s fear bleeding through her calm. “She hasn’t spoken much today,” she whispered. A tear clung to her lashes. I nodded, throat tight. “The south is calling her. Strong. Rage. Madness. The clan curse is waking.” In the back, Kai lay in Mom Liora’s arms, a faint glow spilling from his skin as he tried to calm his twin through their bond. Worry pulled tight across his small face.

“You will carry their strength, their memories, their power. You will feel things they once felt. See moments from lives you never lived. But you will still be you. You will not vanish. You will become more.” Lila looked at me, fear swimming in her eyes. “I’m scared.” I didn’t even hesitate. I reached out and took her hand, gripping it tightly. “Me too,” I whispered. And it was true. My chest was tight. My head was spinning. How could we carry someone else’s memories, someone who fought wars, someone who probably watched people die? What would that do to us? Still, I held on to her hand. The goddess stepped closer, her expression softening. “Courage isn’t the absence of fear,” she said. “It’

******************** Cayden's phone rang, interrupting the heavy silence that engulfed the room. He reached for the device, his senses on high alert. As he glanced at the screen, his suspicions were confirmed—it was Alpha Hawk. Taking a deep breath, Cayden answered the call, bracing himself for the storm of threats and malice that awaited him. "Hawk," he said with controlled defiance, his voice laced with determination. "To what do I owe the displeasure of your call?"

“Your words can’t hurt us if we own our truths!” Her cry cut through the chaos like a clarion call, emboldening her crew to rally around her as a collective force. They were not merely fighting against physical foes; they were standing strong against the darkness that had loomed over them, determined to reclaim their identities. One by one, her crew began to echo her rallying cry, “Our truths! Our truths!”

My voice trembled as I mustered the courage to ask the question that weighed heavily on my mind, my words barely escaping my lips, "Wh-what prize?" As Carmine's menacing gaze locked onto me, he beckoned me closer with a commanding gesture, “Isabella, come here.” My heart raced, torn between the fear of what he might do. Sensing my hesitation, Clyde stepped forward, his voice filled with urgency, "No, Isabella, don't listen to him."

I could feel my own pulse in my throat. “One down,” Cael said. “Say the name.” “Don’t,” Callum said again. He said it without drama, without plea, just the flat insistence of someone who had made a decision and was holding it. “Whatever it is, don’t give it to him.” “You don’t know what it is either,” I said. My voice came out fractured. “Neither of us knows what it is.” “Then we keep not knowing,” he said. Cael spun the cylinder again.

I stared numbly at the trio inside, my eyes burning red when I saw what appeared to be my sister kneeling before the man. Just as I was about to burst in, my phone vibrated. I reached for it, ready to decline the call, but froze when I saw the caller ID. "Sis" My sister was calling me? I stood there confused, looking between my vibrating phone and the scene unfolding in the room. Something clicked, and I moved to the hallway, covering my phone.

“It was a girl! My friend just left, for your information, kuya Izaak!” “Izaak—” “What?” “I said, call me Izaak, don’t add Kuya.” “What? You said…Kuya!” “I said Izaak, Unique Mahinhin, because I’m the only one with you!” Wait! Where is this conversation going again? “You said I should call you Kuya to get used to it, and now…” “Because I’m not your brother!” He said angrily. “I know that, you idiot!” “Don’t curse at me?”

"We're done. I'll have someone send you a million dollars." She pressed, "Why? You said you'd always love me." Unwilling to have anything more to do with her, he had her kicked out and sat in the living room. He searched for my traces, but my presence had long faded. He felt lost and called me, but there was no answer. He could only send more people to look for me. ... One evening, Gideon showed up outside our studio. I frowned, trying to slip away. He grabbed my hand and called out, "Selene."