This Is How We Rise Up Novels & Stories

I say, pulling back from the hug. “He’s right, mother. We have enough worries and things happening, so why not, when we can, focus on the stuff we can change? For example, Wyatt, my mate, and his pack members have been teaching me how to fight since I was never trained, but I feel like I need you as well to help me navigate these visions that I keep having…”

I gasped quietly as the instructor’s voice echoed in the Hall like rolling thunder. “Today, we will read History books on rebellion.” “As House Pyra’s Initiates, you must learn not just how to wield fire, but how to become fire. You are trailblazers. Revolutionaries. Not meant for mortal skirmishes or petty power struggles. The true flame lies in your defiance. No one should ever control you. You are destined to shake the very foundation of the realms. Remember this: you are not who you think you are… not until you ascend, not until you become Apex.”

And this is not a luck story. People like to believe that men who rise from nothing do so because fate intervenes or opportunity appears at the right moment. Maybe that happens for some people. It didn’t happen for me. Instead, my beginnings were marked by betrayal—a family that should have been my foundation became my first battlefield. Before I understood or could describe it, I was fighting wars I never asked for. I was born into a lie. I didn’t know it yet.

The silence that followed after was deafning. "I, Elysia Lively reject Nikona Voroz, the Alph— My words got caught in my throat at the feeling of strong grip around my throat.Nikona glares at me with so much hatred that I shivered visibly.The pressure on my windpipe made it impossible to breathe.My vision blurred with tears. "You will now see the consequences of defying your Alpha!"

Today felt like it would be a great day. She swung her legs out of bed and stretched her arms with a yawn. Humming softly, she strolled into the bathroom and let the shower wash over her. As warm water poured down her skin, she began to hum, then softly began to sing under her breath: “And I rise up, I rise like the day. I rise up, I rise unafraid.” She smiled, letting Andra Day’s voice echo in her mind. 'Rise Up' was the perfect song for today. It gave her strength; she felt it in her bones.

I sit myself back down on the ground, for the first time in my life feeling utterly hopeless. The water continues to rise. It's not too long until the water reaches my shoulders. In just a few moments, the water will be up to my head, because of sitting on the ground. I would have more time if I were to stand up. But what's the point? I would only be delaying the inevitable.

"To every woman who was told she was too emotional, too soft, too ambitious. To every person who lost everything and had to start again. This is your reminder that we rise. And we rise stronger." That night, Natalie sat on the balcony of her penthouse, watching the stars return to a sky once clouded by doubt. Lila joined her with two glasses of wine. "You know," Lila said, handing her a glass, "I always believed you’d come back. But I never expected this." "Neither did I," Natalie admitted. "But maybe sometimes we have to be burned down to remember what we’re made of." Lila raised her glass. "To rising from the ashes."

Over the next three days, my newly-registered email inbox started getting bombarded by tons of emails. The subject of the emails ranged from “Urgent Call for Help” to “Jansen, Let’s Talk”. They finally evolved to “I’m Sorry” and “Please Come Back”. Texts and calls from unfamiliar numbers kept coming to my new phone number. I looked coldly at the notifications flooding my screen. “Jansen! Please answer my calls! I was wrong!” “I’ve driven Samuel away! I fired him!” “I can’t lose that project! I’m begging you, I’ll agree to anything you ask for!”

“By showing up. By doing the work. By not asking to be seen.” Her gaze lifted, steady now. “But I’ve learned something else. Being ordinary doesn’t mean being small. It means knowing exactly who you are when there’s no stage, no applause, no legacy cushioning your fall.” The room stilled. “I didn’t rise because I was exceptional,” she said. “I rose because I refused to disappear.” She handed the microphone back. Applause erupted—not unified, not polite. Divided. Loud in pockets, restrained in others. Julia stepped back into Brandon’s space, her hand brushing his wrist. He turned to her fully, eyes dark with something fierce and bright.

Brida howled. The pack was holding their breath anxiously to see what would happen. They were all staring at Brida who was sitting on her knees covered in blood with her head tilted forward. At first, it seemed nothing would happen but then Brida levitated into the air and started glowing with white light from all sides. A clear voice echoed through the open space, “A NEW ERA WILL BE BORN. WOLVES WITH EYES THAT REFLECT THE SOUL OF THE MOON WILL END THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT. FENRIR WILL BREAK FREE AND RAGNAROK WILL BE BROUGHT UPON THE WEREWOLF WAYS.”