Can You Be Saved After The Rapture Novels & Stories

For someone so broken and lost I feel the Almighty granted me what I wanted all these years. A safe haven. A comforter. A salvation. The beginning of serendipity in my life seeps in through my parched soul. It's overwhelming yet as the hope arises fear also creeps in. Dahil lahat ng nag uumpisa ng mabilis at madali ay madali ring baliin at alisin. It's funny to think that even those people who waited for such a long time for someone they love. Ended up with the same situation like those who just waited for months. They earned nothing except pain.

Together, hand in hand, we would walk happily into the rest of our lives. [The End.]

Dante held me as if I might vanish, but I no longer had the strength to push him away. Professor Shaw came to my side. “Aria, can you hear me?” I looked at her through the blur. “My baby…” Her expression changed, but her voice stayed steady. “We’re taking you to the institute medical center now.” As they lifted me onto the stretcher, Dante tried to follow. Professor Shaw stopped him with one look. “You had your chance to protect her.” The last thing I saw before darkness took me was Dante standing in the hall, covered in my blood, while the wedding ring box lay open at his feet.

Raina glanced sideways at him and said, “Even the heaviest rain can’t bring life to rootless grass. And no amount of faith can save someone with no reason to be saved. Abyssreach doesn't offer mercy—yet somehow, it still refuses to abandon those marked by fate.” She paused, her gaze drifting, brows tightening slightly. “If there really were gods or angels watching over us—if divine power could raise the dead or heal shattered bones—then why do they let people die? Why do they look away? Isn’t it said that all lives are supposed to matter? If I were a god, I’d either save no one… or save them all.” Before her words had even faded, a sudden scream cut through the silence. It was sharp and fill

He shakes his head, “Not that I’m aware of… but Pen, would you really want to? This is a blessing.” I scoff, “It feels more like a curse! Look around us, Donovan! Is this a blessing?” Hot tears stream down my face, and Donovan walks over to me and wraps me in his arms. He tries to make things better, but nothing can make this better. After a minute I say, “We should keep looking. If anyone is hiding, we need to get them out now.” He nods, “We can do the burial after searching for survivors.” I nod in agreement, “Exactly.”

GABRIEL : That would bring about a premature Armageddon, a war between angels and demons on earth without having first raptured the faithful and separated the wheat from the chaff would result in humanity’s destruction with no hope for survival, I hope you can understand this. ELIZA : So we won’t be getting any help from the Father, is that what you are saying?? GABRIEL : Quite the opposite actually, the Father has given you all the help you need and even more with regards to you all making the decision whether to fight back or not, your mother was not able to make the decision to fight back and thus the first divine war ended in a major loss for humanity but now that you are willing, I will

“No. We stopped the activation.” “You stopped Stage Three.” “Then what's left?” “Stage Four.” “What happens?” Her mother whispered: “The world divides.” “Between humans and ascended people?” “No.” “Then what?” “Between those who can carry the Witness…” She paused. “…and those who cannot.” Elena's stomach tightened. “What happens to the ones who can't?” “They die.” Silence. Adrian's expression hardened. “We need to get to that tower.” Elena nodded. “Mom.”

“Then, there’s the prophet of the saving grace.” “Prophet of the saving grace?” I asked. “Yes; this prophet can see death and destruction as well. But their prophecies are not set in stone; they can see multiple different outcomes depending on one's decision-making at the moment. This prophet can save lives. They see someone dying in a vision and they can do something to save them. They have not been marked by death. It’s only when the prophet of death sees the same vision that the outcome is unavoidable. The prophet of saving grace can also see when people get hurt, not just death, and they can save them from that as well.”

He held my hand on his cheek and leaned against it. “Serra, I wasn’t just trying to protect you but I also wanted you to face the reality. Horrendous it may seem but what happening in this place is not the worst. The flesh of the thirteen people on the list are not worth saving. They are capable of contributing to a demonic future. But when you purify the darkness on their souls they get another chance to rewrite their fates in the next life. Do you get what I mean? Hmm?” He tucked my hair on the back of my ears. I nodded in an affirmative manner.

"She grafted a god to her soul. Unleashed its roots across realities. The multiverse *itches*." The static surges. "I saved us." ***Salvation is subjective,*** the judge rumbles. ***Let the evidence speak.*** The Apostle flicks a wrist. The air ripples with visions: -A timeline where the Seed's roots strangle a sun, planets withering to husks. -A village of the Forgotten, their bodies melting into oak sap. -The Hunter, fully transformed, his roots devouring the fortress. "Lies," I snap. The Apostle grins. "Are they?"