Irish Courage Novels & Stories

A day I've never celebrated in my life. So, how was work? Fey asks me and I didn't realize that she was talking to me. "Work was fine." I had a conversation with Irish. I say and her eye brightens. ““He is loyal to me and to the pack, Irish will fight against anyone who will pose a threat and that includes his wife, he will not stand for it.” Fey say and she looks at me in disbelief. "Irish is willing to go against his wife, Sarah?" Fey asks.

The silent acknowledgment was clear: power could be challenged when wielded correctly. Nathaniel turned to Iris, his hand brushing against hers briefly. “You were brilliant,” he whispered, quiet enough that only she could hear. Iris let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “I thought I’d be sick,” she admitted, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Courage is messy,” he said softly, “but necessary.” She looked at him, searching his eyes. “And us?” His expression softened, revealing an unguarded moment. “Us… just stepped into dangerous territory,” he said quietly.

JOHNNY Throughout my life I have encountered many incredible things. Being an Alpha of my pack, and pretty much most werewolves we have seen more than the average human, experienced more but never have I ever seen anything like Iris’s power. And yes I’ve dealt with witches but a witch’s power is completely different. A witch’s power requires potion making and spells spoken out loud, whereas Iris had pure power something completely unheard of. There is much I don’t know and the sooner I can speak with the elders the better. After the vines had completely covered her body I was sure that was it. But what happened was an actual miracle. When the leaves sprouted they immediately started to glow.

“It’s also a choice. Not just yours, but his. You’re not asking him to act blindly. You’re asking him to remember why he believed in you in the first place. And if he ever stopped believing, well… you’ll see it, Iris. You’ll know.” She exhaled slowly, running a hand over her face. “What if I make the wrong choice? What if my decisions put them at risk? What if—” “Stop,” Grandpa said gently, resting a hand on her shoulder. “The world doesn’t reward perfection, child. It rewards courage. And you… you have enough courage for the both of us. Enough to make the calls that scare you most.” Her eyes flicked back to the twins. In the dim light, they seemed impossibly small. And yet, something in her

The outside field area was still and empty in the moonlight, and she took a deep breath. “OK,” she said out loud and hearing her own voice seemed to steady her. “Here we go.” Iris tugged the coat tighter around her to protect herself from the cold, then she paused. A wild burst of stupid courage rose in her, higher and stronger, a roaring rebellious need to say a few defiant words on her way out the door. A final departing shot like an old Western, a cutting one-liner just before blowing someone’s face off like a mafia movie. Just something.

"Yes!" The man in a suit waved, and the six guards immediately lunged at Iris and Ruth. It was Iris's first time fighting others, so she was a bit nervous. She did not even wait for Ruth to do anything as she struck out with her energy, rushing straight at the guards. The guards were just regular people. They could not stand up to Iris' abilities at all. All of them were sent flying by Iris's power. "H-how is that possible?!" Luke and the man in a suit were shocked to see that. They were so shocked their jaws almost touched the ground.

"So what do you think Collen, will the luck of the Irish get you through this?" Everyone walked out of the tent instantly being greeted by a blast of hot air. It felt as though somebody was standing outside the tent holding a hair dryer the size of a large box fan inches away from them. each step kicking up dust just by setting your foot down. Collen accepted the cigarette pulling out his zippo lighting it and taking a drag. "Thanks Bruiser. Well unfortunately luck of the Irish is null and void when dealing with a brand new lieutenant. They're the equivalent of walking under a ladder, coming across a black cat, and stepping into a fully waxed bathtub filled with water while holding a sparkin

Iris “IRIS, STAY focus.” Gael cupped my head, forcing me to look at him. I stared at the pools of sadness and frightened eyes as I gulped and nodded repeatedly as if I understood everything. Chills ran down my spine in horror. I was trembling, but Gael kept squeezing my hands, saying we could do this. No matter how hard he tried to hide his emotions, I knew he was frightened. We were all beyond terrified for Colt. Tears rolled down my eyes, but I tried harder not to break down for their sake. This was not the right time—I told myself many times, and I have no plan on losing him today.

Despite she wasn't happy here, there were still these good people that cared about her. Irish walked towards Cynthia and hugged her. "I'm sorry you had to go through everything just because of me. I'm grateful and I promise I won't get you into any more trouble." Heaving, Cynthia pulled away from the hug. "Don't thank me so much. I did this for you because I thought of you as a true fighter. You've been through a lot." Partly covering her mouth with her hand, Cynthia positioned her mouth towards Irish's ear and said, "...that you stand up to Ma'am Ashley is simply gorgeous."

Better than the coward who walks away instead of fighting for what matters. And the bond—the bond doesn't manipulate. I understand that now. It just confirms what's already there. Makes visible what we feel. You didn't fall in love with me because the universe forced you to. You fell in love with me despite every reason not to. Despite my cruelty. Despite my fear. Despite everything. That's strength, Iris. That's courage. That's you seeing past my worst to who I could be and believing it was worth fighting for. I admire you. More than you'll ever know. Your intelligence. Your courage. Your refusal to let anyone diminish you. Your ability to forgive without forgetting. Your strength to protec