This Is How We Rise Up Novels & Stories

"No, they won't. They'll only take more and more, eating away at the space women have to live. From that point of view, men are no different from werewolves or vampires." Then I knelt down and sincerely said, "I want to live, and I want to live with pride. I won't be oppressed by any race or gender." After a long silence, Isabelle laughed loudly. "You're not like those cowards. They want to push me out by slandering women, but really, they're just scared. They're scared that we're stronger than them." Her eyes glinted brightly as she grinned. "Since that's the case, then let's show them what real strength looks like."

Because when I rise, it won’t be for justice. It will be for war. --- End of Chapter 5

Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?

“Kill her!” Their curses raged on, but what rights did I have to say no? On that cold platform, I only had one thing. I wanted to voice out in which no one bothered to hear. “Oh Goddess, why have you forsaken me?” as a mere orphan, I knew my boundaries, I never dreamt of anything more than a simple life, having something to eat and a shelter was already more than enough for me I had never even dreamt of a mate since I knew that someone like me didn’t deserve anyone. I gave up thinking about anything that could give rise to my desire. not even once I became proud. I humbled myself so low that people would spit on my face without me getting angry. I even had the guts to smile in all these, thi

A promise. We would fight. We would protect. We would rise. And we would never be broken again.

I wondered, as I stared up at the sky, who would come out on top or would we lose everything. VERITY I flexed my hand, feeling nothing but softness underneath, not just underneath; all around me. Lazily I slid my eyes open and saw nothing but white surrounding me, and rubbing my cheek against Shamshiel’s downy feathers, marveling at the softness against my skin. His wing shifted, opening slowly, and I saw his bare torso, the muscles rippling as his wing moved. I felt like I was coming out of a cocoon and looked up into his face, a small smile on his lips. In his hands he had the Bible. I raised a brow at his choice of reading.

I think the baby is in danger. She is strong, she will not leave me. She said almost to herself than to rita. Should we just let them catch up with us, atleast he will take you to the hospital, we can try our escape again. I will not be able to forgive myself if anything happens to you or the baby. We can’t, David will kill all of us if he should get us. He hates things not going his way so much that he is always willing to sacrifice everything to make his plan work.

Valerie continued to train her gaze at the distant horizon when she realized that Mikhael didn't intend to speak with her as well. She remained there until she was tired of sitting. Only then did she rise to her feet so that she could take a walk. Valerie was about to turn around and call out to Mikhael when she saw a heart with light filtering through the core. That heart looked like it was weaved out of grass blades. The blades were quite thin. If the heart was lifted and pointed in the sun's direction, one would see a tinier heart inside the first heart. As Mikhael stared at the tiny heart inside the first heart, he said seriously, "If you don't want to open up right now, you can hide you

It has to be a human with these attributes because, while I always rise again, my humans do not. Over time, I’ve realized that when I’m called, there is always a human who stands out to me, one who calls to me in some way or another. This time, when I felt the call to rise, it was Emmi who called to me. She was an orphan, someone who never had a family, but who always stood up for the underdog. She was the one who would walk through the forest and help the creatures who were injured or trapped. They responded to her, as they would have to me, with trust and affection.

....UNKNOWN POV...... (somewhere in the world) " Rise Up sisters, our queen has risen" i lift my hands up as laughter feels the air, we've been asleep for up to 20 years now, but we rise when our Queen rises. "Now our queen is finally risen, we all will rise too, we will give Justice to those who hurt us, we are witches and we will show the world what we are made of!" I raise my broom and long fingers as red flames appear on them.