Deliverance Novels & Stories

I was just another link in the chain. “THE HARVEST IS PLENTIFUL,” the Goddess spoke. Her voice wasn't words but it was a symphony of bells, a roar of an ocean, and the whisper of a dying star all at once. “YOU ARE THE VESSELS OF DELIVERANCE. WHERE YOU WALK, THE LAND SHALL PROSPER. WHERE YOU SPEAK, THE TRUTH SHALL UNBIND THE KNOTS OF MORTAL LIES.” I felt the other Speakers around me ripple with a silent, collective grief. We were blessed, but the blessing felt like a cage.

REGISTRY DISTRICT 10 CORE BALANCE: 100 UNITS REQUESTED EXCHANGE RATE: ONE IMMUNITY LEASE PER SOUL "They're offering an exemption," I realized, the "True Zero" logic in my mind cutting through the silver text with a terrifying, icy clarity. "If we surrender the memory of our scars—the un-optimized errors that made us default—they’ll give us a permanent lease on the clearing. We can live in the margin forever, but we’ll be silent. We’ll be a closed account that never changes."

Hyde nodded, "Don't be so protective, says the person who materialized out of thin air when Amy was interrupted." Jeremy was speechless. The new song, My Dearest Delusion, was the story of a girl who ran away from her wedding after becoming disillusioned with love, stumbled through her escape, and unexpectedly found her true love along the way. Amy prepared a beautiful, intricately-woven wedding dress, and a pair of white high-heels that were especially suited for running away from weddings.

She could feel the pressure of the symbols around her, the prayers meant to weaken her, the holy walls humming with fear. She lifted her hand and brushed her fingers along one of the engraved verses. It was a plea for deliverance. As she touched it, frost crept along the letters, freezing the gold in a perfect sheen. She whispered, “Deliverance comes from those who save themselves.” The frost spread until the verse cracked, faintly and almost soundlessly. Far above, in the chapel, a candle flickered out.

Eric's hand, reaching for the car door, suddenly stopped midway. The word 'inhibitor' this time probably touched Eric's sensitive spot. He tilted his head slightly to the side, his hands trembling as he rummaged through his coat pocket. "Are you annoying?" "Sorry, but if you don't take it, we'll be in big trouble!" "Yeah, Omega. It's a recessive gene again, so it will be awkward." "Eric-ah..." Not wanting to hear anything more from Jacky, Eric interrupted him and turned his head away. "Enough chatter; let's go inside."

She shouted when I continued to stare at her even after she was about to close the door. “I am stupid!” I mumbled slapping my forehead and opened the letter before settling down in a chair. ‘We thought of writing the names of the people along with the things they prepared but then decided against it. We should tell you by ourselves right? So, with great help of your friend, we are going to be near you by the time you read this letter. And I love you too.’ I calmly folded the letter with stillness, not giving a sound or movement and then released my breath knowing well I can’t escape.

DANTE As Xavier and I discussed the plan, his optimism was palpable. He readily agreed to take care of the individuals responsible for inspecting the jet. I didn't bother asking him for specifics because if he had managed to eliminate the guards around Anna's cell, I had faith that he would handle this task as well. Xavier instructed us to be prepared tonight since Orlando's departure was scheduled for the morning. He emphasized the importance of our presence at the designated location, ready to execute our mission. A portion of my team had already departed for California to ensure the safety of Anna and Xavier's family, while the remaining members would confront Orlando's men at the airport

XXV –Descent . . . Descent (noun): it can be an action of moving downward, dropping, or falling… or it could be a moral, a social or psychological decline into a specified undesirable state . . . PROSERPINA: Before she and Alastor can go shopping later–does this count as a date?–Proserpina had fully intended to leave the house not too far or for long seeing as she no longer felt that secure ever since they’ve been attacked there) when she returned to the shadows to rest.

I called the office knowing he would be in there today even if it were a Saturday. “Ah Mr. Demogorgon, I’m hoping that you’re calling about picking out a girl you’ll be marrying and if you don’t mind, I’d would suggest picking Miss Deserae Nehemiah. I really believe that she’ll make a fine wife for you sir.” “Mr. Hamill, I’m not calling to tell you that I picked out any of those girls that you were so kindly put together for me to look through. I’m calling you to let you know that I just gotten married.”

Amy said as she got up. She extended her hand, and Jane handed her the tablet again. She stared at the picture of Mr. J again and touched it gently. “His death is approaching nearer..."