Hope In Salvation Novels & Stories

“She is the Luna of this pack, Alpha, and the key to our salvation. She is the only one who can save us all from this disaster. Everyone must understand this.” The mood in the room shifts instantly. Voices fill the air, but this time, they’re not filled with fear. They’re filled with hope. ‘The Luna is our savior…’ someone chuckles. ‘She is blessed by the Moon Goddess!’ another voice puts in. ‘How lucky we are!’

It’s not aimed at me, not really, it’s just at the hopelessness that’s starting to sink in. I turn toward her, resting my forearm across my knee. “Maybe it’s not about saving everyone,” I say quietly. “Maybe it’s not even about fixing the system at least not yet. Maybe sometimes power isn’t meant to change everything right away. Sometimes, it’s about giving people a reason to believe things can be different. Sometimes just knowing someone like you exists gives them hope.” She blinks slowly. “Hope?” I nod. “Yeah. Hope.” She huffs softly, and it’s not a laugh, but it’s not a sob either. “It doesn’t feel like enough.”

We’re not just walking toward Bright Waters; we’re walking toward answers, toward the chance to save Altinna and my mother. And as I glance around at the group, at the faces of the men who have become so dear to me, I feel a flicker of something I haven’t felt in a long time. Hope.

You move forward. Because someone needs saving. Because giving up isn't an option. Because hope is the only thing left.

“Honestly, I'm really scared, Isioma. What have I gotten myself into? With the amount of sin I've committed, can I still achieve salvation?” “Of course, you can. God is so merciful. He loves everyone equally. And salvation is free. God is always willing to forgive us for our transgressions, if and only if we acknowledge them and come to Him with remorse, just like you've already done.” Isioma assured him, placing her hand on his unsteady hand. “Trust me on this, there's still hope for you, JD. If you follow God's instructions to the letter, you'll find inner peace like you've never known before.”

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I gasped when I saw him slowly get down on one knee. "Juliana, I used to think love was just a word but you came along and gave it a meaning for me. And for that I will be eternally grateful because now you've made me see the world in a different light. I'm not longer the cynical asshole I was before, but simply an infatuated man who will do whatever it takes to make the woman I love happy. You've made me a better man, Juliana, because, for you, I wanted to change. I've even began to say please and thank you, for Christ's sake." He chuckled. "Now let me continue being a better man with the only girl in the world I can imagine doing it with and let me call her my wif-"

I'd stubbornly refused to get a divorce—I'd continued to stick to the promise Sean and I had made to each other before marriage. I'd only changed my mind after he'd dragged me onto that ship and mistakenly believed Sunny had been his savior. He'd even gone so far as to force me to sign a body donation consent form so that he could be saved. Now, he crouched by the bed and cried like a child. "You promised me, Ellie. If only you'd waited just a while longer… I'm back now…"

It wasn’t trust, it was hope. ‘If someone is going to save me, then I will wait for that person. The men did say that I’m not going to die. And in my dream, I looked perfectly well. If that dream is the reflection of my future, in that fancy place I will meet that guy, then I will make that happen. I won’t do anything rash. I will wait for my time to return. Please wait for me, dear uncle, and please come for me, my savior,’ he hoped.

“Take it witnessed. Sovereign and witness together. Not to keep it. To pass through it. To empty what they forced into it and return the first design to the body it was stolen from.” Hope is a dangerous thing in collapsing places. It can make you stupid. Reckless. Willing to hear salvation where there is only one more trap. But this did not feel like hope exactly. It felt like pattern. Like the same truth we had been clawing toward all night wearing one final, brutal face: anything split for the sake of control could only be healed by what had been severed returning together.