Keeping Faith Novel Novels & Stories

With points of painstaking moments that hit at the foundations of her seemingly perfect marriage and have it crumbling into pieces, falling apart into a possibly irreparable state. Would they make it work? Time would tell... ~~~ Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction, inspired by my faith. If you're not comfortable with faith-based novels, then I suppose this book is not for you. This story dropped in my heart for a specific reason and it would be disobedience to water it down. Stay blessed.

Alas, they snatched it out of my hands. They surrounded me, each eyeing me with lewd gazes. Faith giggled gleefully before smashing a wine bottle and saying, "Oh, why so tense? These men… are here for me." I thought she had lost her mind when those men bypassed me and charged at her before I could even process the situation. Then, the door swung open again, and a visibly furious Miles stormed in with his entourage right on cue. Faith held a shard of glass to her neck, crying out, "Don't come any closer, or I will kill myself!"

“Come on, baby. Trust me.” Naomi hesitated. Every sermon her mother had ever preached rang in her ears—warnings about “godless places,” about losing herself, about how girls who wandered off the righteous path always paid dearly for it. And yet, the sight of Nick’s hand stretched out for hers made her chest ache. She took it.

The morning air was cold as the black SUV pulled up to the gates of the Academy. Only a few days ago, Faith had left this place as a hero. Now, she was returning as a ghost. The news of the “Crescent Trust” and the frozen accounts had traveled faster than a wildfire. As she stepped out of the car, she didn't feel like the Silver Saviour. She felt like the orphan girl who had first arrived here with nothing but a suitcase and a secret.

She saw the beauty in diversity and the unity that lay beneath the surface of superficial differences. Through the transformative power of faith, Rita witnessed miracles unfold. Lives were touched, hearts were healed, and the village of Serenity Springs became a beacon of light in a world often overshadowed by darkness. The transformative energy of faith rippled outwards, inspiring neighboring communities and spreading a wave of hope and divine connection. In Chapter Fifteen, readers were immersed in a world where faith was not just a concept but a living, breathing force that guided every aspect of life. They were invited to explore their relationship with faith, embrace the unseen, and tru

“Because mortals chose to believe.” Elias scoffed. “Belief is meaningless.” Nova closed her eyes. Inside her mind she felt the emotional current again. Stronger now. Warmer. Countless voices reaching out. Hope. Faith. Love. She whispered softly. “They didn’t believe in the system.” Elias waited. “They believed in us.” Kieran’s voice grew stronger. “Nova…” She continued speaking. “They trusted that we would protect them. Not rule them.” Elias sounded unimpressed.

I sigh, “It is a long story and I will tell you on the way but unfortunately we have to go. Hades is attacking the Mortal Realm at dawn.” Faith her face becomes pale and she grabs the book, “I wish we had more time. I found the right book finally but I haven’t been able to translate the spell yet.” I take her hand and say softly, “We all could have used more time but we should go and be with the people we love.” Faith stands up with a serious look on her face and talks to the walls when she says, “Please let me take this book with me. I promise I will take good care of it but I need it to continue spreading good in the world.”

She nudged me, tail brushing against my leg. From the pit, the Spirit’s voice thundered again: “Faith is the light that survives even the abyss. You carry it still. Go on.” The burning red eyes dimmed, swallowed by the nothing. The silence lifted, broken again by the whisper of wind, the steady rhythm of Jasmine’s breath. I sat there for a long moment, shaking, clutching her fur. My heart was still racing, my mind replaying that terrible second when the world vanished beneath me. But I had leapt. I had trusted, and I was still alive.

The whispers continued, floating up and down the hall like smoke. I stayed beside Faith, though every part of me wanted to step away. Her calm face, her strange laugh, her cold words—they did not feel right. They felt dangerous. But I could not leave. I needed answers. “Faith,” I said softly, “do you really believe that? That Alpha doesn’t care?” She looked at me. Her eyes glinted, sharp and knowing. A small smile touched her lips. “Believe?” she said. “No. I don’t need to believe it. I’ve seen it. And soon, you will too.”

For anyone who dared to doubt where his loyalties lay. My throat burned, but I managed a whisper, soft but certain. “Stand up, Dominic.” He rose slowly, every muscle tense, as though bracing for rejection. His hand hovered near mine, not daring to touch. I slid my fingers into his. The room gasped, the scandal of it rippling like wildfire. But I didn’t care. For the first time in months, I felt steady. Safe. Because this wasn’t just about trust anymore—it was about faith. I leaned closer, my words for him alone. “Don’t make me regret this.”