Fullmetal Alchemist Truth Novels & Stories

“I need the truth. If you do not tell me, they will remain here. One day for each day of silence. One month for each month.” The warriors lined up along the wall, backs to me. I shivered, not just from cold, but from the weight of their silent judgment and the looming presence of the Alpha. The iron chains bit into my skin with every tiny tremor, each shiver sending a jolt of pain up my arms. “Darian,” I whispered, voice cracking, “I kept the truth for you. You must believe me.” “For me?” His laugh was bitter, cold, almost hollow. “Even now, you refuse to speak.”

Mike's hand which has been steady on a folder began to tremble. “Mike,” I said in a casual tone. “Walk me through your logs last month.” Mike's voice was level. He gave the timeline, the names were supplied, the servers were mentioned and he also showed the clean hands of his crew. “As I said sir, it's not from my side.” You see, that right there doesn't add up to me. I could feel the hair in his neck prick. I could imagine his pointed nose getting longer and longer as he spoke. He was taking too much. Too many qualifiers. Too many defensive ornaments around the truth.

Alpha Alaric repeated, his voice sharp. There was a kind of surety in his eyes. It felt like he already knew the truth and now only wanted me to tell him my version. If I lied, he would know right away and punish me severely for it. In the end, I nodded and chose to speak the truth. “ Ye-Yes. I was his Luna.” Alpha Alaric closed the distance between us again and slammed the palms of his hands over the wall beside my head once more. I gasped sharply, but held onto my towel for dear life.

Enzo had listened to every word, then chosen Chiara anyway. So this time, I did not waste my breath. I saved the truth for the council.

"I swear, only the head cook and myself had touched the delegate's plate." Ares stood up, holding the blackened silver spoon up to the light of the torches. He looked at me, a tiny, knowing smirk playing on the corner of his lips. "We can find out if she is telling the truth right now," Ares said, turning his attention to the rest of the council members. He didn't use a drop of magic, opting instead for a non-magical old technique that the older trackers used to use in the woods. He pulled a small pouch of fine dark powder from his belt.

It would give us the upper hand, a chance to dismantle their network piece by piece. I stared into the flames, their light mirroring the turmoil within me. This war, this endless game of treachery and power plays, was wearing thin. But I couldn’t afford to be affected by it. Not now. Not ever. My people needed me to be strong, to be relentless. And so I would be. As the fire continued burning, I made a silent vow. Marcus and Gregory would pay for their betrayal. Not just them, but every traitor who had dared to defy me. They would learn what it meant to cross Zeus, Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, and Alpha of Alphas.

I trusted her judgment, her visions, but sometimes… sometimes her words were difficult to accept. “Elena,” I said again, more insistent this time. “What did you see?” She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she reached out, her fingers brushing over the worn pages of a thick, leather-bound book. The symbols etched into the cover were unfamiliar to me, though I had seen similar ones before—in the dreams that had plagued Lila for weeks. “Elena,” I growled, my patience thinning. She finally looked up at me, her pale blue eyes sharp and clear. “The prophecy, Alpha,” she said softly. “It’s worse than we thought.”

"She already belongs with me. He’s just... clouding her judgment." Scarlet tilted her head, watching me with something close to pity. "And if she still chooses him?” My heart twisted painfully, but I brushed the thought away. "She won’t. She just needs to see what he really is.” Scarlet sighed, reaching for an empty-looking small glass bottle. “This is smoke will strip away illusions and let her see clearly. But be warned, you must not inhale it as well.” She placed the small glass bottle in my palm, “truths are not always what we want them to be."

“Just keep an eye on him.” It might not be a smart idea but Hank just lost his brother and sister-in-law. He is thirsting for vengeance and I can tell. I hear him approach and he hands me a small vial. Veritas isn’t a truth serum but one which lowers the inhibitions of the drinker, enough for them to spill secrets. Aliya produced some for me as whim and I’ve kept the few vials just in case we ever need them. I open the cork and grabbing the man’s jaw, I force the beautiful golden coloured liquid down his throat. He tries to spit it out but I clamp my hand over his mouth, preventing him from doing so.

The Trial Space I stood alone within endless white light. No ground. No sky. Just silence. Footsteps echoed behind me. I turned. The perfected being approached calmly. “Three truths determine succession,” it said. “Power. Loss. Choice.” The words from the prophecy. “This is the Final Trial,” I realized. It nodded slightly. “Demonstrate understanding of balance.” The space shifted. First Truth — Power A vision formed around me. I stood as ruler of all wolves. Packs united.