Eternal Faith Drama Novels & Stories

She looked up, slightly interested in what he had to say. “There’s faith. The normal type everyone has during trying times, it’s within everyone but what most people don’t have is the remaining two. There’s also faith for faith… This is when you’ve exhausted your faith during trying times and it’s what you need now that you think there’s no hope again. Just have faith that things would be better because you’ve hoped for so long and you’re still having faith that you’d get what you want. The last is eternal faith, it’s one you need to know that even though things don’t favor you at this point, in the long run, the goddess is watching and she’d crown all your effort. It takes a brave soul to h

Another battle with code. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes burned. But when her app finally compiled successfully, her heart fluttered. “It works…” she whispered to herself, smiling softly. Then, quieter: “Thank You, God. Please… let this be the start of something.” Her faith was faint, almost fragile—a whisper she wanted to believe but rarely had time to nurture. Across the hall, Amara Burnett lay sprawled in her silk sheets, her phone buzzing nonstop. BOARD REMINDER: Presentation at 3:00 PM. Please have your projections finalized.

With a final, deliberate motion, Nina let out a sigh of satisfaction, her eyes gleaming with triumph as she watched the last vestiges of resistance leave me. I was hers — body, mind, and soul — and there was no escaping the darkness she had unleashed. “I don’t want to lose myself,” I managed to whisper, my voice trembling as her words danced around my mind like a siren’s song. “You won’t lose yourself, Elias,” she promised, her voice dripping with honeyed temptation. “You will become something greater. You will join me in eternity.” It was a promise that hung in the air, thick and heavy with implications I could scarcely fathom.

Wade's father died in the line of duty. At his funeral, Wade stood solemnly at the very front of the crowd. By the time I hurried back from out of town, there were only two spots left for the funeral procession. One was beside my husband of seven years, Wade, whom I had secretly married. The other was at the very back of the line. Naturally, I assumed the spot beside him had been left for me. But the moment I took a step forward, Wade walked right past me and nodded in the direction of my best friend standing behind me. "Helen, come here." The relatives around us began looking in our direction. Someone murmured, "Isn't that Wade's girlfriend? They look perfect together." Others began c

And her body followed. Circle Seven: Unity and Lifelong Bond “With the seventh step,” the priest chanted, his voice steadier now, “you vow eternal companionship. From this moment forward, you are bound not just in this life, but in all that follows.” The fire flared slightly as if responding. Elena stared at it as they walked. The flames blurred. For a second, they didn’t look like fire. They looked like everything she had just burned. Sameer. The truth.

Through impossible proof. And now Diana experiences it. Death as transformation. Not ending. Continuation in different form. Finally. Completely. Forever. Diana is free. Released. Continuing. Different but present. Gone but never forgotten. Changed but still loved. Forever. Always. Eternally. The matriarch has moved on. The family continues. The legacy remains. Diana's spirit watches over them. Always. Forever. Eternally. That's enough. That's everything. That's perfect. Diana's final days end. Diana's eternal presence begins. Both real. Both true. Both beautiful. Finally. Completely. Forever.

Leif said nothing further. Just as Raina thought he would say no more, a deep voice suddenly sounded near her ear. He sincerely said, “Maybe others change, but I never will. If I believe in someone, I will always believe, forever and ever. Neither pain nor death will change that.” Forever and ever, huh. But after all she had been through, Raina understood one thing clearly: there is no forever in this world. Forever simply does not exist. No one can truly achieve it, because people change whenever they want. She no longer believed. ***

It took more than just faith to discover the world of spirits of every religion - all kinds of faith and those who were shaky about what they believed in would absolutely got lost in this void or worse, would not be able to get out. "How did you find the Black Pit?" Joy asked. "Elena, all Rovlons would kill to know this place and you're not even a Rovlon." Elena stopped and stared at her. "If you understand the principles of Time, you will know that there's only one thing that's constant." "Change, of course. We know," Joy responded without moving from where she was standing. "Faith never changed. If you happened to change and depend your faith in what currently is available, you would never

Now he was coming, the thought made her shudder with trepidation. It was rare for there to be any problems with prerogatives, and even in the event that there were, reapers were equipped to deal with them on their own. In the rare cases that problems occurred; it was usually just some soul refusing to move on and deciding to haunt the living. Those cases were called Spector protocols and more often than not, the reapers would just let the soul become ghosts.

I announced. “Welcome home, my Libulan,” he said, kissing my forehead lovingly. Our transparent bodies dispersed together with the gentle breeze of the solemn winds. As this happened, Sidapa’s last words faded along with the wind. “Now and forever, I am all yours. I will always love you, and will only yearn for you. We may forget each other, but my heart will forever remember your name. This is my eternal promise to you. Goodnight, my love.” THE END