His Savior Her Executioner Novels & Stories

I need my mate to bring him to me. “Megan, baby. He is gone. Don’t you remember?” I looked up to see my mate and saw instead Nathan and not Jason then my mind began to clear as I remembered I am now mated to Nathan as Jason and my son was killed. Then I remembered the rogues and their threat. I gasped as I remember something important. He knew I was alive and that I didn’t die from my wounds. “Oh, my Goddess, Kevin.” Nathan looked down at me, “Who?”

"Are you ready, malyshka?" I nodded, taking in the double meaning of his words. I was ready to face life with him, to become his true Queen and the woman who had saved him from himself just as he had saved me from my torment and a life of running. He had given me the freedom I longed for- by his side- and more. He was my Savior. And I was his Salvation. Always and Forever... ***

Screams filled her mind, those tears, those cries. “Their faces to the sky as they beg for the Saviour, begging for the heir.” She laughed then stopped. “Oh, it is the Heir. The Saviour that couldn't save himself. Who has he even saved anyway? Dead! They are both dead! As they should be.”

He made me so strong to fight for myself then finally I took revenge on everyone who destroyed my life. I turned my head and looked at my saviour who always stood by my side and protected me from my enemies.. he healed me and at the same time loved me with all passion… He is my Saviour Alpha...

I can barely complete my sentence before she throws her arms around my neck making me stumble a little but I regain my balance before wrapping my arms around her waist breathing in her scent that has become a habit of mine. "You are my savior, Mr. Bianchi." She mumbles in my neck making me smile. "You are my savior too Cara." I reply while kissing the side of her head. If it's possible then I will always keep her in my arms because she is the reason behind the feelings that have started to grow in my heart and for me, her happiness matters the most. From now on, I will make sure that no harm can touch her ever.

Her eyes, once filled with innocence and compassion, now bear the weight of her imminent fate. Sasha, fueled by her thirst for power and control, revels in the display of dominance. Her voice echoes through the chamber, each word dripping with vindictiveness and malice. She revels in the fear that dances within Cecilia's eyes, finding twisted pleasure in the display of her own sadistic power. As the executioner's hand hovers above the lever, poised to bring about Cecilia's demise, a hushed silence fills the chamber. Time stands still, as if the very air holds its breath, waiting for the final verdict to be delivered.

He was now being accused of attempted murder. Tamashi was only thinking of one line, playing on loop in his head. ‘What the hell?’ —— Savior: Original Story by OneSevenEight Episode: Framed Perspective - Part 1

“But you still know about it, don’t you? You knew, but you did nothing to help those helpless girls.” I walked towards her until I pressed her against a wall. “I don’t know if you remember this, but I’m not a good man. You’re mistaking me for some kind of savior. I’m not. I kill people, Ravenna. Just the night before you came, I killed two men. “Today, I killed fifteen men for you. I’ve done horrible things that’ll make you rethink ever wanting to have anything to do with me, and I’ve enjoyed it. So, stop this savior bullshit you’ve got going on in your head. I’m not that person.”

Her mouth is hung open. " No matter what, but this my saviour will never give up on her attitude". She smiled broadly adoring her. She wondered to herself thinking what change had happened within this span of hours that didn't leave even herself to fall for her attitude which she hated. " I think your mouth should be loaded with bullets to shoot at me right now". She told in a mild voice casually but no one missed the sarcastic glint in her eyes which reminded them of their purpose of visit. " Ira is it true that you influenced Dhruv, the famous personality to commit suicide?". Asked a reporter.

If we were faster, then maybe, but when we arrived, the execution had already been underway. Right then, death would be preferable for her than a lifetime of torment. Only a skilled mage healer could help her now, and we had none. I was of no use. I couldn’t interfere. I could only watch her suffer. “What has she done?” Henry yelled to the crowd. “They’re executing a witch, your grace,” somebody answered. A witch? Mother? Martha? Would they do the same to them? The rage inside me exploded in a fiery stream of power. It lashed outside, reaching the woman on the scaffolding, and in one strike, I tore the bond tethering her soul to this life, and it soared into heaven, gifting me with a small,