The Faithful And The Fallen Novels & Stories

“I am a Hybrid. I am a Queen. I am the daughter of the Warlock King. And I am your protector. If you want a leader who will hide from the truth, look elsewhere. But if you want a leader who will stand in the fire with you, then stand with me now.” She looked at Elijah, her gaze hard and uncompromising. “And to your King, I say this. Faith is not something you have only when the sun is shining. Faith is what you hold onto when the world is falling apart. You failed me, Elijah. You failed your pack. And you failed the bond that the goddess gave us. You let the ghost of your brother Enzo dictate your actions.”

Another battle with code. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes burned. But when her app finally compiled successfully, her heart fluttered. “It works…” she whispered to herself, smiling softly. Then, quieter: “Thank You, God. Please… let this be the start of something.” Her faith was faint, almost fragile—a whisper she wanted to believe but rarely had time to nurture. Across the hall, Amara Burnett lay sprawled in her silk sheets, her phone buzzing nonstop. BOARD REMINDER: Presentation at 3:00 PM. Please have your projections finalized.