This Is How We Rise Up Novels & Stories

Look at you, crying like a little baby. Sophia's mind raced as she felt trapped and unable to do anything, her hands still bound by Katrina's friends' strong grip. The humiliation of having the entire class watch her suffer was too much to bear. Her heart beat increased, her breath came in short gasps as she fought to protect herself from the physical and verbal assault. Let me go ,Sophia yelled out , aa she tried to fight back the tears , someone please call a lecturer! Sophia yelled out , she felt betrayed and alone the first time in a while , no one was bold enough to intervene of help her out.

Sarah assured him. “After 500 years of our existence we can ascend, so to say… find some secluded place, make an altar, lay on it, and let our own fire consume us and take us from one life to another. After 9 days, we are born again from the ashes just like the legend says.” “And the secluded place is necessary because of the fire and all?” Sarah tried to imagine the scene in her head and indeed it was scary, like nothing she heard about the supernatural world before.

Reborn Carolyn will fight and rise above all the rejection. Tbc...

Something unbreakable. Something ready to rise.

But I will rise. Even if the pack hates me. Even if Damien hates me. Even if the fossils curse me. I will rise. Because the moon does not make mistakes.

Alive. We did not look back.

Her grief cracked the stone bit by bit. Her rage loosened the chains that bound me for thousands of years. And the deaths she triggered fed me like a feast. Damien’s madness— Taylor’s despair— The earth was there to swallow it whole. And I fed from it Now the seal has been broken. Now the moon will bleed as it should have. Now my voice stretches into the world once more. I RISE. I smell her fear. I savor it. My vessel waits above. My wrath waits below.

“Your words can’t hurt us if we own our truths!” Her cry cut through the chaos like a clarion call, emboldening her crew to rally around her as a collective force. They were not merely fighting against physical foes; they were standing strong against the darkness that had loomed over them, determined to reclaim their identities. One by one, her crew began to echo her rallying cry, “Our truths! Our truths!”

And for the first time, I believed it fully too. The horizon outside our window glowed amber and rose, the city lights beginning to flicker on. Sophie yawned, curling into my side. I brushed back her hair and kissed the top of her head. My heart swelled with a fierce, protective love. I had survived the Blakes’ shadows, and now, I was free. I whispered a promise I did not need to say aloud, but I said it anyway. "We are rising. And nothing will break us."

She smiled at her son and handed him the mixing spoon before they sang together “You raise me up so I can stand on mountains…you raise me up to walk on stormy seas…I am strong when I am on your shoulders…you raise me up to more than I can be….You raise me up so I can stand on mountains…you raise me up….to walk on stormy seas..I am strong…when I am on your shoulders…you raise me up…to more than I can be…you raise me up so I can stand on mountains…you raise me up to walk on stormy seas…..I am strong…when I am on your shoulders…you raise me up to more than I can….you raise me up to more than I can be…”