Only For The Brave Novels & Stories

“Why me… why would anything choose me…” Adrian swallowed thickly, voice rough. “If fate wanted someone stronger, someone older, someone prepared—it would have picked anyone else. But it didn’t. It chose you because you’re you. Because you are the only one who would care so much you’d put yourself between dangers that terrify you.” Emily shook her head, voice cracking. “I’m not brave.” “You’re the bravest person I’ve ever met,” Adrian said. “Bravery isn’t not being afraid—it’s doing everything anyway while terrified.”

Their nap was broken by a ringing of bell "Scarlet I think food is here go and bring it na please" Christy said in a sleepy voice "No you go this time I have ordered food you it's your turn to receive it" Scarlet said covered her face with pillow "Please Scarlet I am really tired" "I am tired too christy" "See the delivery man will go If we will not open the door please go na Scarlet" "Arghh let's play stone,paper and scissor and the one loose will open the door" Scarlet said and Christy agreed

"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.

i hissed of all the times i had to be paralyzed, will it even wear off? I heard footsteps stomping, my heart raced thinking who it was, what if it was an enemy, being paralyzed won't help my situation whoever brought me here can easily take advantage of me. I heard a voice, i couldn't actually make it out like it was keeping his voice down or he was far away, i heard the door knob click and my heart pounded non stop my palms were sweaty, i only looked straight ahead scared of who it might actually be, i heard the door shut and the steps getting louder i heaved a deep breath convincing myself to look bold so the stranger won't think I'm scared.

They chanted. “I'm not going to play around with words and tell you that it's going to be easy, because it won't. The enemy is not a normal one. As despicable as they are, they are strong and they will not falter. You must be like steel, unbreakable! You must be quick like the wind, decisive like your wolf. Follow your gut and attain Victory! “Aye!” “Fight, not just for your lives, fight for your family, fight for your pack, fight for your honour!”

His hand reached up and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His touch sent a shiver down my spine. My breath caught. “I knew you were brave,” he murmured. “But this...” Our faces were inches apart. “I did it for my mom,” I whispered. His lips twitched. “Keep telling yourself that.” His eyes flicked down to my lips, and for a moment, I thought he might kiss me. Then a door slammed upstairs. Diego turned away, jaw tight again, retreating to the cold version of himself.

I stand and wait. “May I ask what we are waiting for?” “We are waiting for your brother. Your brother who fought bravely in the front lines with Liberty and others to keep us safe. Your brave brother and his friends who fought by example. Being the first to figure out how to kill the abominations that were out on the field today.”

“But you won’t face it alone. You have one another. You must protect each other.” Syrah lifted her chin, resolve gleaming in her eyes. “We aren’t afraid,” she proclaimed, her little face filled with defiance. “If we need to do this to remain with you and...” She paused briefly, still adjusting to the revelation about her father, “...Dad. Then we’ll do it. We’ll come back safely, I promise.” Tears stung behind my eyes, but I forced a gentle smile. “You’re both incredibly courageous,” I whispered, pulling them tightly into my embrace. “But hear me.....being brave doesn’t mean you’re never frightened. It means continuing forward even when fear exists.”

"Mary, I need to ask you something. About the sacrifice the First Born mentioned. Are you truly prepared to give up your life and soul if it comes to that?" "I do not know. I want to say yes. I want to believe I am brave enough to make that sacrifice. But honestly, I am terrified. The idea of not existing anymore, of losing everything and everyone I love, it is almost too much to bear." "Then let me tell you something I learned over three hundred years of life. Bravery is not the absence of fear. It is doing what needs to be done despite the fear. You do not have to want to sacrifice yourself. You just have to be willing to do it if necessary."

"I'm trying to be brave." "You are brave," Raven said. "Bravery isn't the absence of fear. It's the presence of fear, and the choice to act anyway. You're choosing to act. You're choosing to fight. That's what makes you brave." She paused, her voice softening. "I'm terrified too. I'm terrified of going back. I'm terrified of seeing him. I'm terrified of what I might become." Mira reached out and took her hand, her fingers warm and steady. "You won't become anything," she said. "You're not like him. You're not a monster. You're one of us."