The True Believer Novels & Stories

“Do not weaken or grieve. You’ll rise above this if you truly are a believer.” I shot him a weird glance. His lips curved. “Well? Aren’t you a believer?” “Why are you teasing me?” I snapped quietly. “I’m serious.” “Tsk. Humans.” He shook his head. “Yes, yes, Allah is the best Disposer of affairs,” he waved a paw in my face. “Trust me, I’ve seen the management. Have a little faith will you?” His shadow stretched long against the street. The cool air made me nauseous.

He really is a fucking ghost, and he fully plans to do as the dead-woman possessing my mother warned: leave his current vessel to drop dead and rot and move on to his selected, supernaturally strengthened new host… I shiver, eyes on the church doors, and hand never leaving my revolver. “There will be others, like Father Jost and the best of our students, those strongest in faith, to lead this congregation. Remember, brothers and sisters, that death is not the end for those of us who are God’s beloved chosen.” I can straight-up feel that sickening, fake, benevolent smile he no doubt gives as he speaks those words. “We will meet again, whether on this plane, or in paradise. Keep vigilant for t

"Sometimes you have to break things to build better. Sometimes mercy is cruelty in disguise." I studied him, using every bit of my Ashenvale perception to understand what I was seeing. His words were calculated, rehearsed. But beneath them, I sensed genuine conviction. He actually believed what he was saying. Which made him more dangerous, not less. True believers were harder to negotiate with than cynical opportunists. "What do you want from me?" I asked.

“No.” “You did not invoke.” “No.” “And yet life returned.” “Yes.” The silence stretches, dense and dangerous, not hostile, but heavy with implication. “That is impossible,” he says at last. “I know.” Something shifts in him. Not revelation, but recalibration. As if the shape of the world moved half an inch and he felt it. “You acted believing yourself alone,” he says slowly. “I was,” I reply. His gaze sharpens. “Belief,” he says, “is not the same as truth.”

Rathi always believed in God. For her, it doesn't have a proper shape or it belongs to a precise religion or it will only understand a certain language. She once read in a book called The Alchemist that says always believe in one true God. In her confused spirituality whether God exist or not she found it interesting to follow it and believes that God is somewhere hearing all the prayers in this world, he might help some or many people but right now he didn't save Rathi and she couldn't think about that or anything else, as her brain took over by the pain on her skin and everywhere.

I shrugged with my lips pouting out in disbelief. "I know what you desire, little human, but I want to hear it from you," Why is it he keeps telling that he is a god? There are so many questions that I wanted to ask, but I wanted to see if he is just a hoax, and I'll try to get along with his act. I let out a heavy sigh, "Fine, we will see about that," and I sound defeated.

I gave him a nod signaling him to tell mom the truth. "Mom. . . t-there's something I need to t-tell you," he shuddered. "What is it honey," she said looking puzzled. "You're gonna want to sit down," I said. She dropped her purse on the floor and came to sit next to me on the couch. "Well, I'm waiting," she said. "Uh, you remember Hailee right, Vanessa's friend?" he replied. "Yeah, what about her?" "Um, me and her. . .we've been having. . .s-sex," he muttered.

What a pathetic asshole, thinking someone will believe him when everyone who knows me and borrowed money to me know what it's like to have a business with Hellcy. It's either payback accordingly or die by the contract you signed. "Why are your in a hurry?....Is it because of the man outside?" His face is showing what he truly wants. A crazy son of a bitch. "Try it and your head will fall off of your neck." He's making my blood boil. "Hm? I'm not planning anything." Who will believe that? You're hands are trembling from the excitement. "Drop the act and do your job faster." "Okay, okay. But he looks nice, makes me want to devour hi—" I ran toward him with my dagger and pointed it at his neck.

“Then I believe you. Why would I doubt you?” “Its not that I want you to have doubts in me it’s just that I didn’t expect you to believe so easily.” “Well a lot of things have happened so i wouldn’t be that shocked to hear any kinds of news that might cause someone a heart attack. And also my brother is a hunter so---” “Wait. Hold on. What hunter?”

I tuned out the quiet hum around me, gaze focused on every detail that littered my page. I was slowly being guided into the foggy little bubble. It was troubling that I’m noticing how much harder it is for me to slip into it. I was too scared to venture deep in my vulnerable psyche. Though I was in desperate need to be plunged deep within the bubble, I didn’t want to risk the chance of having it attacked by them. It could completely screw with my mentality. Destroying what little I had left to truly call mine by demolishing my vulnerable bubble. I sighed.