Hope In Salvation Novels & Stories

Then she smiled through her pain. "You know what? I can live with that." "Good." I settled against the wall, conserving my strength. "Because dawn is still hours away. And a lot can happen in a few hours." "Like what? Rescue? Miracle? Divine intervention?" I thought about Killian, wherever he was. About the warriors who'd escaped. About Evergreen wolves who might still be loyal. "Like hope," I said quietly. "Hope that we're not as alone as Aria thinks. Hope that someone, somewhere, is coming to help."

I will always love you. And lastly, truth implies faith. You've restored my faith. Our faith, James' and mine. I knew I'd be a mother someday, but when it didn't happen ... well, it was difficult. James and I love each other very much, and we always wanted a child. We tried for a long time, but it didn't happen for us. And when our hope was gone, you entered our life. You restored our hope and faith, Tru. Thank you so very much.

AMORE woke up to a noise coming from outside. Her eyes flutters as she look around, and her eyes fixes on the door that was closed but is now open. Someone opened it. For a long time, she was surrounded by darkness and she was already accustomed to it. But now that her eyes catches a glimpse of light, its like giving her a new chapter of life that has been sorrowed by darkness. For the time that she was in the dark, she have lost hope of even getting out of that place alive.

"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... ***

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.

“He’s unresponsive. No pulse.” Silence again. Then: “Copy. Prepare for hoist. Bring him up.” Kai’s hands shake as he clips the harness to the man’s limp body. He keeps touching him as he does it, like the contact means something. Like the sea hasn’t already decided. “You’re coming up,” Kai whispers, close to the man’s ear, even though he knows the guy can’t hear him. The cable tightens. The body rises. Kai watches it lift toward the helicopter. A dead weight swinging in wind. A life turned into cargo.

A spark of something forward-moving. Hope.

The corner is empty, the shadows undisturbed, and I’m left feeling both relieved and disappointed. It’s better that way, I tell myself. Better that he’s just a ghost in my mind rather than a real threat in my life. But the disappointment is harder to push away. Part of me wanted to see him there, to know that he hadn’t just been a dream, that the truth he offered was real. Funny how four words from him made me believe that he was better than Mike and could save me from him.

And I craved him. I looked down at my swollen belly, running my hands over the small bump. You are my salvation, I thought, feeling the tiny life inside. And you are my damnation. I finished the eggs, swallowed the vitamin, and lay back against the silk sheets. The penthouse was silent, cold, and beautiful. I had been saved from the gutter. But as the hours crawled by, and the daylight turned to dusk, I realized I was just waiting for the monster to come home and claim me.

“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.”