Hope For Salvation Novels & Stories

Is this thing a human? I quickly hid behind the counter again and various thoughts started rushing through my brain. What the hell is happening? Is it just a normal person who got hurt? What do I do? I started to assume that it was just another person who was severely hurt. If this is just a severely injured person, they need my help. This person is also my last hope of finding some clues about my missing friends. I must save him! I thought to myself as I rushed upwards to the counter. As soon as I got up my entire body froze from sheer dread as the person was now facing me.

“But we’re still going to check it out.” The old man sighed, shaking his head. “Good luck to you, then. You’ll need it.” As we walked away from the camp, the sun dipping lower on the horizon, I felt a storm brewing inside me. Hope was a dangerous thing. It could lift you up, make you feel alive again. But it could also destroy you. As we headed toward New Haven, I didn’t know if we were about to find salvation… or our undoing.

"We stop fighting each other. We pool resources. Knowledge. Technology. We prepare Hope for what's coming. And we make sure humanity is ready to pass the test." "What test?" "Whatever the aliens decide to give us. Could be technological. Could be philosophical. Could be something we can't even imagine. But Hope will be at the center of it. She's our representative. Our best hope." "No." Trina grabbed Hope. "She's my daughter. Not humanity's savior. I won't let you use her." "You don't have a choice. None of us do. This is bigger than families. Bigger than nations. This is species survival."

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

Not with the crushing weight of chains and obligation, not with the inexorable pull of damnation, but with something entirely different. Invitation. The crack in the sky pulsed with warmth that had nothing to do with temperature and everything to do with the hearts that had torn it open. My children's voices Seraphina's fierce incantation, the echo of Kai Jr. 's lullaby still lingering in the air, Alexander's determined presence. They had offered me hope. And from this time, I began to strongly believe that maybe, someone like me could be saved.

"I know it's extremely cold but don't worry we will find a way out of this. We will all walk out of this place alive don't worry okay," "Are you sure we will because from the looks of things, I doubt it will be possible I mean we are all here so then who is going to save us?" he pointed out again I let out a sigh knowing full well that he was right but I wasn't Going to tell him that, I needed to make sure I kept the hope burning. "Don't lose hope okay, we will save ourselves don't worry let's just wait for the perfect moment to strike and we will all be out of here,"

I swear, if it doesn’t give me the answers and keeps building up the stupid suspense, I’ll pee my pants. “But then, the demon took you. We lost hope in freedom. Every single shadow here is trapped and can’t leave the woods. We thought there is no saving for the souls of those who were careless and never meant to wander in here. But once we found out that the demon saved your life, we hoped this day would come. We can feel it, it’s inside your child. The salvation. The hope.” The blob moves closer to me, and despite how weird I feel once it’s too close, the eagerness and hope in the voice is as clear as a day. This thing isn’t lying.

There were no more pure souls in that world. There was no more hope that they would be assisted by archangels and that their destinies would be good on the other side of life. We, capital sins, condemn the humanity we intended to save. In the dawn newspaper, reporters were camped at the gates of the white house, waiting for the decision that would lead the world to its total ruin or that would give another day of salvation to everyone.

“Stop feeding them lies.” Ava turned, bristling. “It’s not a lie.” He sat near the cave entrance, spear across his lap, his face shadowed by the fading fire. “You can’t promise safety when you can’t even promise control. They’re like kindling waiting for a spark. And you—” he jabbed the spear toward her—“you’re the one holding the match.” The rescued flinched at his tone. The boy stirred, mumbling in his sleep. Ava stood, anger heating her blood. “What I hold is hope. That’s the difference between saving them and condemning them.”

I realize that Hope is trying to find herself amid these feelings, trying to find words to describe what is happening to her. "I fought it. I hoped it would never happen, but hey, here I am, engaged to her." Hope took a deep breath. "Sometimes it seems like everything I do leads me to what I don't want and I have to accept that. But, tell me, you and Marcus talk about Dylan and Sin being able to survive marking me. That's two voices amid reality, and the reality is that even Marcus won't survive." Hope turned to me and smiled sadly. "If you have to choose between saving me and saving our entire pack, what would you choose?"