Isiah 41 10 Novels & Stories

she repeated the lines with a pleasant touch of the chords and tears rolled down her eyes. She used to hear the song in worship and it always touched her heart when she remembered His promise. The Lord will be always with her, as said in Isaiah 43:2-3; "When you pass through the waters, I'll be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you, for I am the Lord our God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior."

I don’t know how to face it," I whispered. Isaiah knelt beside me. "You must. The war ahead requires all of you—not just the queen, not just the mother. The wolf too. Without Amenia, you are divided, and divided queens do not survive prophecy." I looked up at him, pain scorching through me. "Why now? "Why bring this up when everything is falling apart?" Isaiah closed his eyes, and when he opened them, they shimmered gold with vision. "Because I saw what comes next. And it begins with you."

My blood ran cold as I realized who it was. ISAIAH… Isaiah's eyes locked onto mine, a sly smile spreading across his face. He looked different, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent intensity that made my skin crawl. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Look what we have here. The little Eliana, all trussed up and helpless." He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. I tried to speak, to demand to know what he wanted, but my voice caught in my throat. Isaiah took a step closer, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "You're going to make a perfect pawn in my game, Eliana," he whispered, his breath cold against my skin.

They have been doing on for almost a decade now, and these latest one's under Isaiah's reign are going to be the most damaging to the community. Putting the letter back where I found it, I make my way to the door, thoughts swarming me, overwhelming me. I need to rethink this. I need to find out who Isaiah really is. Yup

She opens her eyes. King Isai coughs again, and his eyes flutter open. Pain pinches his brow, but his gaze looks mostly clear. What? “Wh—” He glances around at his loved ones, then back at the arrow in his chest. “Ah. It seems the Goddess is calling me home.” “Don’t say that, Isai,” Queen Suniva murmurs. “If we have another moment, we can—”