The Great Believers By Rebecca Makkai Novels & Stories

Shhh—” Keep your voice down Harry, I'm sure there's been a lot of mysterious figures stalking us lately! Harry just nodded, and it didn't take long. Kirey came with tea already served on the table. The girl sat next to Harry with a frown on her face. Harry kept quiet, about who they were and the truth about it. They could only ask Travold alone. Although he did not know anything about the man, he could only hope that the man could come on time. And give them an explanation that can answer the questions that are in their heads. "Why are you guys so quiet? Are you guys telepathic right now?" Kirey interrupted the two living beings who were with her. She is very upset if ignored. Especially by

Behind him, Zack and a handful of loyalist guards held their rifles at the low ready. Malakai didn't move from Maya’s side. "They chose to stay. They’re safe here." "Safe? They’re cultists!" Victor descended the stairs, his boots thudding. The worshippers in the terminal scrambled back, hissing. "You’re breaking the pack structure. You’re teaching them to depend on a miracle instead of their own strength." "Their strength turned them into monsters, Father!" Malakai shouted back. His skin began to pulse with a faint, violet light. "I’m giving them back their souls. Look at them! They can talk! They can remember their names!"

Kieran finished the thought quietly. “The anchor network collapses.” The Architect spoke again. “Correct.” Nova’s voice rose with anger. “You’re turning humanity against itself.” The Architect answered calmly. “Faith is merely a variable.” The pulse trembled again. Nova felt dread spreading through her chest. If the Architect changed human belief… Every anchor would vanish. The system would reset. Everything they fought for would disappear. Nova whispered one terrifying question. “What happens when no one believes anymore?” The Architect answered without emotion. “Then your pulse dies.”

"This is what you get for not heeding my advice." The pair finally lowered their heads in defeat, surrendering to the police who escorted them to the precinct. The patriarch of our family gave me a nod of approval and a warm smile. "Ms. White, you make us proud. With your guidance, Ayden is bound to become a force to be reckoned with! "Don't you worry. Once they're behind bars, I'll make sure our guys inside give them a 'warm welcome.' They'll wish we'd taken them out with a single bullet."

Jake was watching her talk with his mouth open. "Listen, you've heard the legend of the Great Reckoning?" Hannah asked, glaring at Stefano. Stefano looked at her with wide eyes before he walked out of the kitchen beckoning for them to join him. "What do you know about the Great Reckoning?" Stefano asked, lowering his voice to a low murmur.

“I’m not that easy to kill.” Then, I glanced at Hilary beside him, whose face had turned ghostly white. “And I suppose I should thank your choices, Don Hill. Without them, I wouldn’t be who I am today.” My words landed like a slap across both their faces. The guests around us immediately sensed the weight behind them, eyes darting between the three of us as they pieced the story together. One of the family elders finally stepped forward, looking at me with a deep frown. “This is an Alliance Summit. What exactly do you want, bursting in like this?”

Maybe I should rejoin that old chat room and ask the others; ‘Hey guys, what do you do if you almost killed your mate by accident before knowing she was your mate and she finds out? She cuts into my thoughts. “Whatever. Continue your story.” I sigh in defeat and pull the car back onto the road. “Right.” As we drive, I tell her everything. Every lead, every fight, every lie. The believers, the man who almost killed me, and the lunatics who worship whatever monster is selling them this twisted dream of power. Her face grows darker as I talk. By the time the mansion comes into view through the windshield, the weight of it all seems to hang between us.

John By daylight, the packhouse felt different. Every step seemed as though the walls themselves were listening, and the halls were too quiet. Observing the training fields from the lobby, I watched fighters perform their drills. They were on high alert, moving quickly but preoccupied, and every sidelong glance carried a hint of mistrust. Not only was the traitor murdering my people. They were getting infected. turning them against one another. With her arms folded across her chest, Rebecca stood next to me. Her eyes were smudged with black rings, and she had not slept either. She whispered, "They know something's wrong." "It's in the air." She sighed deeply. "Gossip is unavoidable here,

"It is the utmost honor to have you grace this year's gala with your esteemed presence. I am Rebecca, and I would be delighted to..." "Excuse me," Malakai interrupted, swiftly sidestepping her and continuing his search. Rebecca, undeterred by his apparent impatience, fell into step beside Malakai and Steph, her voice ringing out with excitement as she announced the names of each passing contestant. Finally, guided by Amani's enchanting scent, Malakai found her. She stood with her back turned, engaged in a spirited conversation about her art with a group of admirers. Beside her, a man stood, his possessive hand resting on the small of Amani's back. A surge of primal rage coursed through Malak

Nova asked, sounding bored, but I knew from how her eyes moved from the woman trying to repel down the side of the castle to the man on the post in the courtyard that she was worried. Hell, I was, too. I didn’t want Faith that close to Mikah. He was a monster, and no amount of punishment or torture would make him change his ways. Once I was done with him… Once Nova was done with him, he would be sent to face the wrath of the Goddess. And I would enjoy every second of it. “For now.” Faith let out a quiet shriek as her foot slipped, but she swung on the sheet, hitting the wall before finding her footing again.