Fear Is What If Faith Is Even If Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I swear my throat’s on fire.” Lily flopped beside her. “Worth it.” Genevieve clapped her hands once. “That’s enough for tonight. Go rest.” Everyone started to pack up, yawning and laughing quietly. Dorian turned to me before leaving the hall. “You did well, Ezra.” “Thank you,” I said, smiling tiredly. “I’m still scared, though.” He shrugged lightly. “Fear and faith aren’t opposites. They walk together.” I stared at him for a beat. “You’re really good at saying things that sound profound.”

Fear and guilt wore the same face often enough to be mistaken for each other. I turned back towards the field where two wolves now sparred in shifted form, large bodies moving with violent precision. “Strength is not easy to trust ,” I said. “You see a threat you fight. You see a wound, you treat it. You see an enemy, you choose a side.” My eyes stayed on the field. “Everything that is happening gives us nothing clear. No face. No certainty. Just fear. And fear makes people desperate for someone to blame.” “So we do nothing?” He asked.

"Fear is not the opposite of love. It is the shadow of love. You cannot have one without the other." Elif looked at her sister, at the woman who had been a shadow and had become something more. "When did you get so wise?" "I have always been wise. I just did not have a body to speak the wisdom out loud." Elif laughed. It felt good to laugh, to feel joy in the middle of the fear. "Stay with me. When I tell him. I need you there." "I am not going anywhere."

Then Lily felt fear creeping into her chest. God. The real fear. Fair. The terrifying fear. Reasonable. The what-if fear. God. What if they couldn't get out? Fair. What if nobody found them? Reasonable honestly. What if— God. No. Fair. No. Reasonable. She couldn't think like that. God. Not now. Fair. Not with Peanut watching her. Reasonable honestly. Then something happened. God. Something small. Fair. Something strange. Reasonable. Peanut pointed.

He looked at me with tension in his eyes, sending a shiver down my spine as I stared at him, and said, “Is it cruelty or a way to control unnecessary mixing?” “I think it's fear. Deities fear losing their children's faith in them,” I commented as I looked at the moon. “Powerful beings often use their strength to instill fear and enforce obedience. Humans are like that with their weapons,” I judged. “You wolves too; even witches empower themselves with growing magic; the gods can't be any different; we are reflections of them!”

“Some cling to their beliefs as tightly as we do to the moon goddess. Others place their faith in progress, in their technology and their rules. It drives them forward, for better or worse." A heavy silence falls over the group as his words sink in. For us, faith is the core of our existence, a bond that ties us to each other and to the world around us. The idea of living without it is unsettling. “Why are you telling us this?” I finally ask, my voice cutting through the quiet.

CHAPTER 87 IN THE A.M H A R R Y Mount Sinai’s Hospital Rm. 202 North Carolina, USA 4:17AM Fear is inevitable. Some say fear only lives in our mind and that it isn’t real. It’s up to us if we let fear conquer our state of mind and body. They said the more we think about our fears, the more it will be a burden. Fear is one of the things in life which is constant and something that is difficult to escape. When it affects and weakens the mind of a human being, it will consume you for all your life.

Both wrists in one of his while his knee lifts me from the dirt floor. “Look at me,” the command booms with the same bone-rattling force of thunder in the storm. I can feel his blood still seaming my lips. Sense his eyes boring through my skin. If I’m going to die, I don’t want to see it coming. Not from him. Not from the person I can’t help trusting. Fear is given. Respect is earned. Trust—it’s intrinsic. Like faith. You have it or you don’t, regardless of proof, logic, or fact.

"Many of us wake screaming in the night. We see shadows moving in our rooms, even when no one is there. Her words sent a chill down my spine. I looked around the garden as if the shadows might leap out at us even in the daylight. "Do you believe it?" I asked quietly. Faith hesitated. "I don’t know what to believe anymore. But I know one thing—fear is spreading faster than truth. People no longer trust each other. Even the guards whisper at night. The maids want to run away. And if things continue like this… the whole pack may break apart."

I crossed my arms and leaned in, trying to gauge their reactions. "Well, then you've got it all wrong. The real enemy here isn’t some external threat lurking in the shadows; it’s your own fear. Fear can be a far deadlier adversary, it’ll chew you up and spit you out faster than any claws or fangs ever could. If you’ve got a desire to stick around and truly live, then you better keep your wits about you. You need to hold your ground and remember this essential truth: if you can’t trust one another, then you might as well consider yourselves lost. You’re done for before you even start."