The Truths Novels & Stories

Like a shattering glass, their souls will be everywhere finding the frame. How cruel this world is. How much pain must we all feel to be able to live the way we want? A never ending tears falling from the swollen eyes. A never ending of sorrow from the past to present. An unexpected happenings that no one knew will happen but definitely know the fear of intuition happening. But..... The way she smiles while her eyes are close sends me a thousand chills. Is she happy? Is she satisfied that she got to save her husband? Is she happy that no one got hurt badly and died?

he said. "Yes," I said. He was quiet for a moment. He looked at me. "Amara," he said. "Yes." "The vows," he said. "What do you want to say?" I thought about that. About vows. About what needed to be said. About what was already known. About the specific quality of words that were true rather than performed. "The truth," I said. "Just the truth." I paused. "What is actually true about what we are and what we're choosing." I paused. "Nothing that sounds like something we heard somewhere." I paused. "Just the actual words."

The Trial Space I stood alone within endless white light. No ground. No sky. Just silence. Footsteps echoed behind me. I turned. The perfected being approached calmly. “Three truths determine succession,” it said. “Power. Loss. Choice.” The words from the prophecy. “This is the Final Trial,” I realized. It nodded slightly. “Demonstrate understanding of balance.” The space shifted. First Truth — Power A vision formed around me. I stood as ruler of all wolves. Packs united.

He turned his gaze to me then, his eyes bright with unshed tears, and I saw the same kindness I had seen in photos of my parents. “Your mother once told me that the strongest signal is not the one that carries the most data. It is the one that carries the most truth. And truth is never just one thing. It is always two sides fitting together, even when they are not exactly the same, even when they do not fit neatly into the boxes we try to build for them.”

On it sat three identical figures, each one a version of me. One blazed with confidence. Regal. Her head held high, flames dancing along her shoulders, a crown of golden fire on her head Another hunched low, eyes downcast, arms cradling invisible wounds. She wore no armor just pain. The third stood calmly. Hands open, face steady, her aura a gentle glow. No flames. No shadows. Just presence. Naia stepped beside me. “One is ambition. One is pain. One is truth. Choose wisely. The waters remember everything including the lies we tell ourselves.”

"Where Moonfire sensing detects deception and wrongness, Truthsong carries the capacity to compel honest speech. Not force it. Compel it. In the presence of a fully expressed Truthsong carrier, deliberate deception becomes extremely difficult to sustain." The room was quiet. "Combined with Paired Sensing," Kieran said slowly. "Combined with Paired Sensing," Elara confirmed, "the triad produces an environment in which deception is both difficult to execute and immediately detectable if attempted. The historical accounts describe councils and deliberations conducted in the presence of all three carriers as having a quality of radical honesty that produced outcomes neither party had initially i

They discussed their strategies, ensuring that they were prepared for whatever truths they would uncover. Alex, the leader with an unwavering determination, voiced their shared sentiments. "This chapter is crucial for us," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "We have come so far, and now it's time to face the truth head-on. Whatever it may be, we must be ready to embrace it and use it as a catalyst for change." Andrea, known for her intuition and empathy, added, "The truth has a way of setting us free. It may challenge our beliefs and shake the foundations of what we thought we knew, but in the end, it will lead us to a deeper understanding of ourselves and the world around us."

"Yes. All of these seem true. All of these feel certain. You can see the trees. You experienced the fading. You know the history. You exist in this moment. These feel like facts. Like certainties. Like things you can trust absolutely." The community nodded. Yes. These were solid truths. Undeniable realities. "Now," the beginning continued, "I'm going to tell you something that will make you uncomfortable. Every single one of those statements, those certainties, those obvious truths, might be wrong." Confusion rippled through the circle. Protest began to form on faces.

"Dad, Mom and I bought this for you. Mom loves you so much, so please help her." I took the item from him, and I looked at it to see a red string bracelet with a tiny gold bead on it. But just as my heart began to soften, the bullet comments appeared in front of my eyes again. [I can't watch this anymore. What kind of a present is that? It's obviously just the freebie that came with the gold watch they bought for the male lead. It's just gold-plated silver!] [The supporting male lead is so easy to fool... he'll be touched as long as it comes from his son.]

She thoughts she has won because she shouted at him and filled his ears with rumours from jobless people who made gossiping their daily routine as if they will get millions of money or awards for each rumour they made. Rumours are true, people will not see a fire without smoke, they will never say what they didn't see or happened, the problem is they will add a huge portion of lies to it; five per cent of truths they saw or happened and ninety-five per cent of lies, big lies. And the strangest and funniest thing about rumours is that people tend to add their own exaggeration; lies as they gossipped or passed to another person, that person will add his/her own exaggeration; lies and passed to