Be Faithful Unto Death Novels & Stories

I said calmly, “then so be it.” Lucas frowned slightly. “I would rather die as someone who tried to save Ariana…” I paused. “…than live as a traitor like you.” Those words hit him harder than I expected. His face twisted with anger. His finger slowly moved toward the trigger. “You’re going to regret saying that.” I took a slow breath. “No.” “I’m not.” “Because at least when I die…” I looked directly at Frank. “…I won’t be remembered as a man who sold his loyalty for money.”

***THE END*** "But as for the cowardly, the faithless, the detestable, as for murderers, the sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars, their portion will be in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur, which is the second death." Revelation 21:8 ---- Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your understanding. Seek his will in all you do and he will show you which path to take. Proverbs 3:5-6 NLT

I placed a call across to Wesley and he got to work almost immediately. It's been a while since I attended a burial ceremony. I think I would be doing that soon, because someone would be dying by my hands soon. Retribution and death were basically the words that I know. I show no mercy to my enemies, and even if I do, they would be living in hell while still alive. Gripping my phone even hard, I felt the need to spill blood, and nothing not even God himself can stop me from shedding blood. Soon, a call came in from Wesley and I wasted no time in picking.

Death before dishonor. At the moment when she faced the Demon Lord, this phrase resonated in the depth of her soul with a might and force far greater than the pain of betrayal. Stronger, powerful, and far deeper than the phrase, 'as long as there is life, it will never be too late to exact revenge'.

Caiden knew all too well of the owner of that familiar wintry sound. “Do your worst.” Caiden replied after he turned around to meet his death fearlessly. He did not fear death, far from it. Caiden accepted death as part of life. For he himself had killed his enemies in cold blood, he was also ready to face the end of the road. It was the inescapable path of a cultivator, a way of blood and power. But he did not antagonize the Blind Goddess more than he should. There were worse endings than death. All Caiden could ask for at this moment was a quick death and nothing more. This was his duty as Master of the Vestal Virgin Sect.

I asked again and this time, I put authority in my voice. "Tessa, do you know that of Alex does Mason will die too?" Susan asked me. "What do you mean?" I asked confused about where she was getting with such a joke. "Oh my goddess! Oh my goodness! How could I forget?" I talked to myself as I walked into our room where Alex was. I had forgotten that the alpha and his beta took a death vow. To make sure that a beta never betrays his alpha, they took a vow that if the alpha dies before the beta, the beta would also die.

I can recall the verse very well that says, "For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. Take therefore the whole armour of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand. Stand, therefore, with your loins girt with truth and your breastplate of righteousness on. And with the preparation of the gospel of peace on your feet; Above all, take the shield of faith, with which you will be able to quench all the wickedness of the world. And take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God:"

“It’s better to join me and wipe out all the worthless humans in this world. Why become weak when you can remain powerful under my rule?” Althea stepped forward and the mist did not stop her. Gavriel’s heart pounded violently. “Althea, stop!” She turned back to him. Tears shimmered in her eyes, but her gaze was steady. “I’m not choosing death,” she said gently. “I’m choosing light.” “You’re choosing to disappear,” Gavriel said hoarsely. She shook her head. “I’m choosing to trust and believe to the creator, God Almighty.” Hades sneered. “Light is weak. It always has been.”

Death! "Ma perché Dio dovrebbe alleviare il mio dolore così facilmente? Perché dovrebbe lasciarmi morire e riunirci? Dopo tutto quello che ho fatto anche la morte non vuole la mia anima" (But why would God ease my pain so easily? Why would he let me die and reunite us? After all that I have done even death doesn't wants my soul) there's bitterness in his voice.

Above the surface, Pelin was screaming my name. Her voice was sharp with terror, desperate, searching. “Manolya! Where are you? Please come back to me. Please!” Pisces muffled it, wrapping the sound like it was behind thick glass. But it reached me, faint and fragile. I heard her. I felt her anguish. My eyes flickered in the faint red glow of my hellblade. “My faith is very clear that life and death are not earned or deserved in a simple moral way. Survival is not a reward, and death is not a punishment.” I said sourly.