A B C's Of Salvation Novels & Stories

And true faith is seen in the believer's good works because remember: a faith without good work is dead. Salvation is free. And salvation belongs to Jesus Christ. Repent for the Kingdom of God has come near you! " Jewel drew a breathe as her body shivered. She didn't know what's going on but her heart was beating hard non-stop. Biting her lip, she lowered her head and for the first time, uttered His name in a whisper.

A torch of fire was brought in and handed over to the pack’s priest, who held it up above his head, such that we all had to look up to see the torch burning like youthful strength, and flickering like a rush of adrenalin. “From the gods our souls came, and from the dust was our bodies made, to both we shall return.” The priest said loud enough for us all to hear. “To both we shall return.” We all, who had gathered for Gova’s funeral responded, our voices echoing in the funeral ground. The priest dropped the torch on the funeral pyre, lighting up the corpse, and sparking up a round of wailing from family, friends and well-wishers of late Gova. I felt my tears dripping non-stop, warming up my

"Mobilize everyone! All our resources! Search for her! Veronica must still be alive!" He grabbed the divorce papers and shook them violently before clutching the bell tightly. "Turn Emaly upside down! No, turn the whole world upside down! No matter the cost, I will see her again!"

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*** GABRIEL *** Salvatore was too easy, but I half expected it. In fact, it was my one hope in coming here now. I've been steadily screwing with Alonzo's business ventures and gearing up to expose him during his run for office. The only reason I haven't pulled the plug yet is because of the trafficking situation and the fact that Memnon had asked for more time.

And then the ceremony begins. The guards in green march forward and stick the flags into the pit, where their wooden poles quickly catch fire. The orange flames crawl up the flag and swallow the white fabric as it sways in the air like a phoenix taking flight. “Citizens of Sergei,” the old man announces, “we are all gathered here today to celebrate life and to mourn the loss that the Kingdom of Acantha just suffered at the loss of an important person. From dust they came, to dust they will return. This person is a blessing to us and to Acantha, and all blessings eventually get taken back.”

Let us be humiliated for it before God, not caring, in comparison[14] with our true relation to Him, what interpretation the world may put on our repentance. But let us also rejoice more than ever in the assurance of Christmas that a Saviour has been born to us, that we have an eternal King in our Lord Jesus Christ, Who can save us from our sins, and our ruin, and ourselves, if we will but give ourselves up to Him absolutely. Let us realize with infinite thankfulness that the souls of those who are now sacrificing their lives for us are in His saving and merciful hands. Let us be reminded by the angelic vision that we ourselves, and the souls of those who have passed and are passing away, ar

"Please let her go, Cole! She just came of age. The silver will kill her!" My six-year-old daughter, Naveah Grimaldi, frowned. Her expression was far too serious for her age. "Lying is bad, Mom. Our teachers said anyone who does something bad has to be punished!" My four-year-old son, Caspian Grimaldi, nodded earnestly. "Yeah, Mae is really nice. We like her the most! How could you hurt her?" I stared blankly at the two of them, unable to believe what I was hearing. When did Mae Cooper become their favorite person? They used to cling to me all the time.

Colby says as he reaches over to put a hand on Matt’s shoulder. “It is good to be back. I understand I have you to thank as well, Kate,” Matt says to Kate. “I did not do much,” she murmurs when I scoff, “She saved your life,” I say before Kate interrupts me, “Amelie and her wolf saved your life, Matt,” she adds proudly.

Neo POV Sitting in the dim light of my room, the only glow came from my laptop screen, flickering images of discipline and control from a site not known to the softer souls of our world. "Reform and Remold," the website promised, a place for werewolf alphas to send their wayward sisters, daughters, and female pack members to learn obedience, far from the forgiving eyes of their families. The camp, masked as a reformatory institute, was nothing short of a prison, its programs designed not to nurture but to break.