Faith Seed Novels & Stories

“Every time I looked at you, I hoped.” She chuckled. “I thought I’d spend my life behind walls.” “You tore them down with your voice.” “No,” she said, standing to approach him. “We tore them down together.” Their kiss was unhurried. It didn’t spark a fire—it kept it steady. That night, as stars blanketed the world, Isabella wrote a new scroll—one of unity, to be added to the Covenant Archives. Its first line read: “Faith is not a throne—it is a bridge.”

He attempted to step away from it, but he couldn't because it kept on following him. Then I remembered what I had seen at the garden's entrance before we entered. Debitus constitutus promissio(Debt Establishment, promise.) It was written in block letters and a language I didn't know I could comprehend until now. No one was able to read it, not even Maya. Aiden had vowed, and he wouldn't escape from it until he fulfilled his wish or until he was dead. He clasped the sword, and his eyes bored into mine. “I'm sorry,” He muttered.

“You expect me to have a lot of faith.” “Shouldn’t you?” I interjected. “One who believes so highly in the Goddess and her power over our people must have faith that she--or another coercive power--would have the ability to do wondrous miracles as well as the opposite.” Sinbad looked as if I slapped him in the face. Jason beamed with pride. Sinbad may be fundamentally critical of the work being done at our pack Infirmary, but he couldn’t use his faith in the Goddess and our culture as a double-edged sword. Not with me.

He runs a thumb along my jawline and I look at him questioningly. May's eyes widened at her son. "Zakariah... How deep are your feelings for this girl?" She asks, taking a cautious step towards her son. Zak answers without taking his eyes off of me. "I've mated with her." "What?" His mom and I speak at the same time. Mated? What the hell did that mean?

She whispered brokenly, “I know sweetheart, but we can trust, can’t we? We can trust that it’s there.” She wrapped her arms around him and nodded against his chest. “I guess so. That’s faith, is it not?” He remembered the verse from the Bible, ‘now faith is the assurance of things hoped, the evidence of things not seen.’ “Yes, Babygirl. Yes, it is.”

Empowered by her nurtured divine connection and guided by the whispers of her soul, she embarked on a transformative exploration of faith—an unwavering belief in the unseen and a deep trust in the divine plan that unfolded before her. With every step, Rita's faith blossomed like a radiant flower, infusing her being with unwavering certainty and inner strength. She recognized that faith was not blind submission but a courageous surrender to the divine flow of life. It fortified her spirit, bolstered her resilience, and propelled her forward on the path of her sacred mission.

I’m starting to trust her and I have this mindset where I would think that people who come to my life will just treat my like crap and they would only use me… and I have a little amount of trusted friends and I have this thought of having her as part of it… and I really hope I can trust her… because she seems me for who I am and she believes in me. But after reading her information, I wanted to throw it in the air, and scream as loud as I can, it’s a mix emotion… and I don’t know what to say nor feel because she’s someone that I just known and now I’ll found out something that changes everything… she’s my biological mother.

I only stopped when I finally stopped smelling medicine in the air and bought a bottle of water from a vending machine, gulping down most of it. Even as I came to my senses, I heard the boy in my belly talking to me. [Mommy! Help! She's killing me… She's eating everything, leaving me with nothing!] Hearing that voice, I was finally sure that this wasn't a dream. It was real, and I had reincarnated. - In my last life, I was married to Zach Spencer for five years but we never had children until he told me about Tina. She was his childhood friend and a gynecologist, and she had a miraculous treatment that could induce pregnancy right away.

it's you I want to tell) Menm si montay yo ta vinn pi fò kem pap sote paske mknnen w faithful. (Even if the mountains become stronger, I am not afraid! For my God is faithful) Bondye or fidèl or pa janm pa la. Nan nenpot sa mye map fèw confyans paskem konnen wap aji. (Good God, You are faithful. You are always there, in everything I experience, I trust in you because I know that you will act)

Then my mom told me, “None of these fast behind girls are what God has for you, which is why you change them like drawls. You are cute, but not that cute. God don’t want you out here jumping from bed to post trying to see what fits. Wait on Him son and stop giving your stuff away.” I know, it sounds like something she should say to her daughter, but she broke it down. “When you lay with a woman Adam, you are giving her more than your junk, you are giving her your spirit, your energy, and sometimes your heart. Those things are sacred, and to be shared with your forever. I am raising a king, someone’s husband. Not some side piece or piece at all. You are a whole man, and you need a whole woman