Novel & Cerita Be Faithful Unto Death

The girl in the glass looked like someone who is not afraid of anything again, even death. Because she had. “You already died once for them” she whispered to her reflection. “And that is enough” She turned away from the mirror Head high Step steady. A slow smile crept on her face. “The game,” she said quietly to no one. “Has just started” And she walked away like nothing happened. She met Warren outside the door. “Did you just cry?” Faith didn't answer. Warren kept on following her. “Keep your distance” her voice was quiet. “Walls have ears”

William revealed tenderly. "William... I..." Faith had never felt so terrible. But she had to do it; otherwise, they wouldn't be given a chance at life and would be wiped out of existence. She couldn't deal with that amount of blood on her hands. "There's nothing to say. I would never betray you. I don't know what they have done to my mind, but I'm sure it was an accident I haven't been feeling well." She sighed, explaining with a weak smile.

“I wasn’t expecting you to call me that, is all.” Sebastian chuckled, “Se essere chiamata signora ti rende così agitato, mi chiedo quale sarà la tua reazione quando ti chiameranno regina.” (If being called madam makes you this flustered, I wonder what your reaction will be when they call you Queen.) I blinked, “What?”

it flared hotter, more fiercely, as if her words had filled the oil to the blaze within him. "They believe," he stated, his voice rough but firm. "Though they behold only pyres and ash, though they are aware that death may come at dawn, they believe. For they remember something that you have lost sight of." His chains creaked as he tightened them, the noise echoing like storm-bells. "Belief is not the product of security. Belief is the product of decision. And they have decided." Kaelen moved forward, his massive body straining with pride. "Chosen you, brother. Chosen us. And no emaciated coward's whisper shall take that away."

“She needs more than faith.” “She has more than faith,” I say. “She has us.” “We stand with her,” Soren echoes. “Until the last thread.”

The joy of their morning victory vanished, replaced by a cold, heavy tension. “It’s a trap,” Killian said, his voice dropping into a dark growl. His wolf instincts were screaming at him not to let Faith walk into the enemy's den. He knows he can't beat you in a fair fight, so he's using a hostage. I know it's a trap, Faith said softly. She looked down at her hands, feeling the incredible, unique power humming inside her. She wasn't afraid. She had just beaten an ancient god: she wasn't going to let a corrupt politician bully her.

I could feel the pain pulling at my chest, and my eyes started to swell. “Though darkness took her life, it cannot take her soul. Christ himself promised, ‘I am the resurrection and the life; whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live.’” His speech continued for a while, discussing her accomplishments over the years, her time in the youth group, becoming a mentor, and more. He said she never once stopped to think about Lola, only when she needed to eat, sleep, or decide who Lola was helping that day. Then he said something that made the tears flow. “Her life was not defined by the way it ended, but by the love she gave, the laughter she shared, and the faith she carried.”

“You cannot carry fire in your hands and command it not to burn.” “I am not holding fire.” “You are holding belief.” That word echoed. Belief. I felt it already. The shift. The pull. Mortals turning their fear toward strength. Toward me. “They need direction,” I said. “They need reassurance,” Death corrected. “Reassurance without authority is weakness.” The newborn god smiled faintly. “You see? He understands.” “I understand necessity,” I snapped. He studied me with open interest. “Then let us speak plainly,” he said. “You do not trust me.”

"To say that it was all a lie is an insult. Now, don't get me wrong, I understand where she's coming from, she is an educated woman, one of the enlightened ones. But there's a time and place for rationality, and there's a time and place for faith. "Faith. That was all they had, that was all Markelus had. It wasn't his sword, his sword was just a symbol, a symbol of his faith. Faith is his actual weapon. Faith is what killed Eon, not the sword." Minos finally noticed that Rei wasn't paying attention. "Hey, are you even listening?" His companion looked at him and shrugged, before walking away.

he said, “I would never betray them. Not in thought, not in action.” The words sent a familiar chill through me. I had heard them before, spoken with the same certainty, the same confidence. I set my glass down carefully. “People always say that at the beginning,” I said. “It’s easy to be faithful in theory.” He met my gaze without flinching. “I understand what a mate bond means. It’s not romance. It’s responsibility.” “And if your mate died?” I asked quietly. His answer came without hesitation. “I would take my own life.”