The True Believer Novels & Stories

He wipes his swords before putting them at his sides. He goes away and everyone get to do their work. Its hard to believe such things is happening at this time. If l tell someone outside there no one will believe me. Who would believe something that happened in 1800s when we are far in the year 2019. Who could believe that the rich are being enslaved when they are supposed to be the masters. A year has passed since l was brought to this place. I remember waking up in the main hall. Dressing in a rugg. Wondering if l have tramiggarated to ancient Japan. After all who could be sane after experiencing That.

"Alpha Damian, that advanced Healer's closed-door training is meant for werewolves who have no more ties left in this world. Some have been rejected by their mates, and some have lost their mates permanently. That decade of solitude is the last salvation for their broken souls. "Seraphina… She only managed to get a spot after you rejected her in front of everyone. She did it for you, Damian. She told me you found your soul mate in Vivian. She said this was the only thing she could do for you. To give you true freedom… For you…" No! That was not how it was supposed to be! Damian's face became pale, and cold sweat formed on his forehead. He chose Vivian because he truly believed the silhouette

"All right, Rudra, I'll try. I'll make an effort to comprehend, even if it contradicts what I've been taught." Rudra gave a kind grin. "Abhi, that is all I want for. When someone searches for it sincerely, the truth tends to find them." The atmosphere in the room appeared packed with possibilities as Abhi and Rudra carried on their talk; science and mysticism danced on the border of comprehension, urging Abhi to go beyond his scientific convictions.

"In any war, truth is the first victim. Can you not see that? Could she not see it?" "Can you deny that Tina Davis was murdered because she was testing lies that reinforced the war struggle recovering than the facts would have done?" "I am saying," the Home Secretary said, "that the disparity between truth and lies is immaterial in time of war. True or false? Right or wrong? These questions are inconsequential now. It's all down to allegiance. Are you with us or against us? Surely you of can see that." "And anyone who isn't with you?" "-- is with the guerrillas and must be removed!" said the Home Secretary.

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

And in doing so— He had exposed himself. But exposure isn’t defeat. It’s just another phase. Because now— He would respond. Not with perception. Not with pressure. But with something else. Something bigger. Something final. And as I stood there, watching the city glow beneath us, one thought settled in with absolute certainty— We had just uncovered the truth. But truth— Is only powerful if it’s believed.

Bubbles of air choked her throat, keeping the whispers back, letting out only a stutter at best. Monica took the King James Version Bible, raised it up with a hand and nervously gulped down, different panic and guilt thoughts raced through her head but she dismissed them - not totally. "I solemnly state I will tell the truth without hiding or adding anything and I should be punished for false testimonies if I lie." Her voice sounded mechanical, like the voice of a person reciting something written. I implore you to say the truth, just this once!

Unknown P.O.V I sit here inside this room trying to imagine how everything I have worked so hard for has gone wrong. Everything was going so well, my plan was working to perfect fruition! Did I mean to cause the pain that Hunter is going through? No, not in the slightest, however, that is life, sometimes a man has to go through pain to find themselves, to unlock the true nature of the person lurking underneath the facade. I know his true self, he is ruthless, a natural killer. Years of his military experience as a sniper said it all, not this so-called “calm and peaceful” person that he is trying desperately to be.

“These two have been meeting in barns for months. Vivian threw herself at Vince and ruined our relationship.” "Lie!" Perry looked at Kathleen in disbelief. "How dare you call my daughter a liar!" It was Judd Randall who stepped to his daughter's side. He was a retired general of the Calvary, and still carried his body straight and proud despite his permanent injuries. He knew of his daughter’s indiscretion and condition, he had supported her idea to tell Vince. After all the father had a right to know. After this, though, he would not support a forced marriage. There were other ways to go about this. His sharp yes shushed Kathleen.

“It may feel that way, but they’re not blaming you. They see me as the villain corrupting you.” “You’re not corrupting me.” He looks down at the papers on his desk, lifting one briefly before letting it drop back into place. He drags his knuckles across the wooden surface as though deep in thought. “Do you believe that, too?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. He pauses for a moment before meeting my gaze. “I believe in the Goddess, and I trust she wouldn’t have paired us if it would cause you harm.” “So, is that what you truly believe or just what you tell yourself to believe?”