The Truth Shall Set You Free Book Novels & Stories

“No… no…” The witch only smiled, her voice calm and final. “The truth is cruel, dear. But it’s the only thing that can set you free.”

“One: No name is above truth. Not blood. Not crown. Not mine. Two: We do not build from fear. We build from clarity. Three: Structure must serve, not suffocate. Power must be held, not hoarded. Four: Purpose is chosen, not inherited. Five: If you burn, let it be for light. Never for dominance.” I closed the book, but I didn’t look down. I met their eyes one by one, slowly. “Anything you’ve read beyond that is not mine. Any doctrine that demands obedience in my voice is not truth. It is shadow. And I will not allow it to continue under my name.”

Once dressed, I collapsed onto the bed with a sigh. Helena's face flashed in my mind, her hopeful eyes and trembling smile. My heart twisted painfully, “Where do I even start with that man?I have to do this fast.” I whispered, staring at the cracked ceiling, “If I fail… if I don’t finish this mission, she won’t make it. Helena won’t survive without me.” The weight of my task pressed heavily on my chest. There was no room for hesitation, no way for failure. I sat up abruptly, shoving my emotions down where they couldn’t distract me. Reaching under the bed, I slid out a hidden compartment and retrieved a small, worn book.

Every step I took felt forced, like I was being pulled on a leash which I guess wasn't too far from the truth. “’ The truth will set you free’- have you ever heard that expression? It’s stated in many books written by humans, the ones we’ve preserved must’ve mentioned it at least once in each edition. Now you know what your friends think you are capable of doing and by showing you they have set you free,” I felt numb at this point, unsure of where he was going with this.

Then, a rasping voice, laced with a hint of madness, emerged from the darkness beneath the hood. "I… I was a scholar," it croaked, "driven by a thirst for knowledge forbidden. Now, I am… trapped, consumed by the whispers." A wave of empathy washed over Maya, the tracker known for her keen senses and compassionate nature. "We can help you," she offered cautiously, "but you have to let go of the book." The figure clutched the book tighter, its knuckles turning white. "The power… it promises freedom," it rasped, the whispers intertwining with its words. "Freedom from pain, from fear… from everything."

I asked immediately. He let out a scoff. “At least, take your seat before you start bombarding me with your questions. I have truth and I remember clearly in a verse in the Bible that the truth shall set you free. Even though this truth is different from the one being said, it still has it context here.” He tilted his head when he saw that I was not heeding to what he said. “You can walk out if you want but you darling Angela might have to spend the next ten years in jail for a crime that she didn't commit.” He whistled.

"If that's what you need to do, then I'm here with you." Together, we gathered the romance novels, piling them up in the center of the room. The weight of their pages felt heavy in my hands, a physical representation of the weight they had placed on my heart. I struck a match, watching as the flame danced to life, its glow illuminating the truth I had been avoiding. As the fire consumed the books, I felt a sense of liberation wash over me. The crackling flames devoured the tales of love and passion, leaving behind only ashes and smoke. It was a symbolic release, a declaration of my independence from the false narratives that had held me captive.

Judy was scared. She knew Lawson could do it, so she covered Samson's mouth and did not have the courage to let him continue. She feared she might not even be able to keep the life she had now. After Judy left with the pup, the scandal spread through the pack. The Beta, who had never been very loyal to Lawson to begin with, started using it to win over other warriors. Lawson waited at the church for an entire day. I did not appear. That day was enough to break him down and make him fully realize I had truly left.

She sat back in her chair. Something had been building in her chest for the last four hours and she'd been pressing it down every time it tried to surface, telling herself she needed more, she needed to be certain, she needed proof before she let herself feel the full weight of what her mother's letter was saying. But sitting there at 4:30 in the morning with the city quiet outside and a dead boy's photograph on her screen, she let herself be certain. She knew. She'd known since the letter. The certainty had just been waiting for her to stop outrunning it.

"The way we went about all of it. The exposure, the testimony, the book." "Not for a single moment," he said immediately, without the pause that qualified hesitation. "Truth is never regretful. It is painful, sometimes. It is costly, sometimes. But it liberates in ways that nothing else can. You know that. You are sitting in the evidence of it right now."