Hope Rises Novels & Stories

In Florida, a storm dragon dispersed a strengthening hurricane before it could make landfall. These actions, broadcast live on news networks worldwide, were worth more than any prepared statement. Humans who had been taught to fear supernatural beings as monsters were witnessing them act as guardians instead. "It's working," Maya murmured, watching the displays showing real-time media coverage. "Fear is giving way to wonder." Harlow nodded, something like genuine hope breaking through his aristocratic composure. "The covenant always predicted this, that revelation would be accepted if it came through protection rather than domination." Through their bonds, Maya coordinated with her seven mat

Sky sighs, but she lets Bobbie walk away from us. "She'll come around soon," Sky murmurs, looking at me. But before I can respond, someone else walks inside. Hope. Hope Anderson is the wild card of the family, she's always been. I’ve never had any issues with her, she liked me from the get go and the more I took care of Sky, the more she respected me. And viceversa, whenever I witnessed how protective she was of Sky, I liked her more. Hope looks like a supermodel and I remember she had a quick phase during high school where she tried to actually model, but she's too explosive for that. Ivanna pulled her out of that world before she tried to attack another photographer for giving

I turned back to look at them again and again as I walked away. For a brief moment, it felt as if I could see the Wendy of my past life standing among the crowd, waving at me. Her lips moved, as though she were saying something. "This time, make sure you find true happiness!" I nodded silently to myself. I knew I would.

… I scrolled through my phone at the airport to pass the time and stumbled upon a post from a mutual friend Miles and I had. The caption read, "A loving partner truly rises to greatness. Mr. Graham showed us the power of true love. I hope to meet my own one true love someday." The attached photo showed Miles with his arm around Nora's waist. It seemed like he had effortlessly held his own in a drinking contest. I suddenly remembered the times I accompanied him to meet clients. Back then, he allowed them to make things difficult for me, leaving me to drink until my stomach ached. That was all while telling me he was helping me build resilience.

On the very top was a note that read: [Rachelle, I know that you need 500 thousand dollars for your transplant surgery. I’m sorry I could only save 143 thousand dollars. I wanted to save more, but I didn’t have enough time. For the rest, I hope I can protect you and help you win the lottery from the other side. [I’m sorry for not seeing you. I’m too ugly now, and I didn’t want to scare you. And Jonah, I don’t blame you for leaving me. Be good to Rachelle. She’s more suited to be your wife than I am.]

Her face is flushed with happiness and ​I lean down and kiss her forehead. * ​HOPE'S POV: * ​I stand at the edge of the garden, watching my family. ​They are all here. My parents. My sister. My brother. My aunts and uncles. My cousins. The people I love most in the world. ​I think about the years that have passed. The pain and the joy, the loss and the love, the moments that tested us and the moments that brought us together. We have been through so much. We have survived so much. And now, we are here. Together.

He's still breathing, so I guess the bottle will just give him a headache instead of a coffin. *** Two days on, I'm shaking off the past and focusing on finding a new job. With a cup of strong black coffee parked beside me, I dive in. Every job opportunity that pops up is a cursed jellyfish; either it's way too low-paying or it's asking for experience that's harder to come by than a unicorn sighting. And I've got six months to save my beloved granny from a one-way ticket to the great beyond. Without a coronary artery bypass grafting, or whatever fancy medical mumbo jumbo it’s called, Granny's ischemic heart disease will take a devastating turn for the worse, and she might die.

"Truth is we might fail. We might lose Hope. We might die trying to protect her. That's the truth. Everything else is just hope disguised as strategy." "Hope is underrated. It keeps us fighting when logic says quit. Keeps us trying when reason says stop. Keeps us human when circumstances make us monsters." "You really believe that? That hope matters?" "I believe our daughter's name is Hope. I believe that's not coincidence. I believe she represents exactly what we're fighting for. Future. Possibility. Bridge between worlds. All of it embodied in one three-year-old who likes cookies and dragons." "That's a lot of pressure for a little girl."

And then there’s Hope. I sigh. That girl has had so many more advantages in life than her half-sisters, but she doesn’t see her own value. She can’t see past the words of her bullies, past her own self-loathing, to see what an amazing woman she is. It’s late in the evening a couple of days later, when Hope arrives at our den. I’m shocked to see her. I didn’t expect she’d come back before her pup was born. I definitely didn’t expect to see her after she started showing.

"That’s a 'Cleanup' crew." Julian looked at Hope, who was sitting on a sack of grain, her eyes fixed on the approaching ship. She wasn't scared. She looked at Julian, and her voice was a chillingly calm echo of her mother’s. "They're not coming for the grain, Daddy," Hope said. "They're coming for the bird. The 'One Who Remains'... he’s on that ship. And he wants his soul back."