Faith Seed Novels & Stories

"When you faced the Wound? You took a terrible risk. You used the Genesis Seed." "We did," Sela agreed. "And we did not know if it would save the new universe or doom our own. We acted on faith. On the belief that life, in all its messy, chaotic glory, was worth the risk. That a song, however brief, was better than an eternal silence."

“Not for me… but for them. For the people I love. If these monsters are what I think they are—if they’re back, and worse—then what if I can’t stop it this time?” Her father crouched in front of her, meeting her eye. “You will. Because you have something none of them do.” Cheyenne snorted. “Insufferable sarcasm?” “Well, yeah,” he said with a smirk. “But also—faith. In them. In yourself. In the mission. You don’t have to see the whole path, E. You just need to take the next step.” She met his gaze, something easing in her chest. “Thanks, Dad.”

After they carried their meals, those who were already seated with their friends stood up for the girls to seat. "Who are they?." I ask facing Suzanne. "They are the goddess of this school." She answers sipping from her apple juice. "What?." "Yeah. You see her?." She says referring to the one with blonde hair. "Yeah?." "She's the sassy queen. Her name is Sage Norman. Her dad owns this school, no one dares to talk back at her or you get expelled." She explains. "Oh." I mouthed. No wonder the woman serving their foods was scared, she doesn't wish to lose her job here.

A LITTLE MORE FAITH LILLIAN Jemima called,she has been calling everyday since I saw the envelope, she never fails to call,just like my husband and mom,they all think I've lost it, but,they just can't see why I'm unhappy when I'm expecting a baby, but that is not the point, I am not unhappy, I am just afraid of trusting too much and still loosing it. I've never heard Mark speak so much about faith than this period of our life

Adamson asked as he put his phone in his pocket as he looked at Faith. "No. He doesn't know that I know that he is always listening to my thoughts," Faith replied. She was yet to get over the shock of that, though. When Adamson had told her, she had been more than surprised. She had only been watching it in movies and stories, never would she have thought it to be real. Then, she had remembered the strange reactions her boss had given her sometimes. Just like when he had choked when she thought of making love to him and many more like that.

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.

Peter exhaled slowly. “No,” he said at last. “Our only chance,” he went on, “is Sage.” His voice softened. “She’s the only one the people will believe. The only one who can remind them who she really is.” And once again, I found myself waiting on faith. Then the bond tugged suddenly. My head snapped up. Air stalled in my lungs. Her presence flared in my mind like a spark. Adam… My eyes widened slightly as her voice slid into my head.

"Blessed are those who have not seen yet still believe." She lowered her gaze. So that is faith means. She smiled and sighed again. Jewel could not affirm that her faith is as deep as other believers present in audi, but she knew that she somehow believe the gospel, and it might be as little as a mustard seed. But it was enough for now. As Gideon continued to plucked on the guitar strings, Jewel closed her eyes and listened. Peace. What she felt was peace, unending peace that she couldn't explain. Her heartbeat quickened not because of Gideon's voice nor because of the knowledge that he was beside her.

The red beam began to sizzle against the outer layer of the stasis glass. Faith didn't yell. She didn't charge forward. Instead, she closed her eyes and reached deep into her genetic bond. She didn't look for a digital code or a system command. She looked for her father's heartbeat. Deep inside the capsule, Benjamin Nightshade’s mind sparked. Through the unique DNA connection they shared, Faith felt a sudden wave of warmth flood her body. It was a message from her father, a silent whisper in her blood; I am ready, Faith. Close the circuit.

I will always love you. And lastly, truth implies faith. You've restored my faith. Our faith, James' and mine. I knew I'd be a mother someday, but when it didn't happen ... well, it was difficult. James and I love each other very much, and we always wanted a child. We tried for a long time, but it didn't happen for us. And when our hope was gone, you entered our life. You restored our hope and faith, Tru. Thank you so very much.