Hope In Salvation Novels & Stories

That was victory more real than surviving void. Life continuing. Community growing. Future happening. All because of Haven. First baby. First hope. First miracle. She saved us all.

Not knowing that in three hours, she'll be dead. Unless a miracle happens. Unless a vampire prince can somehow save her. Unless love really is stronger than prophecy, hate, and death itself. I run through vampire territory, hoping I'm not too late. Hoping there's still time. Hoping for a miracle. Because that's all we have left. Hope.

The kind that wants the best for others without demanding they become what you want them to be. "They shared hope, " he said. "Even after everything that happened. After the betrayal, the murder, the millennia of suffering. They never stopped hoping. Hoping that someday their children would understand. Hoping that truth would find its way through the lies. Hoping that the descendants of their murderers might one day choose to heal." He looked at Alexander. "I am their hope, Father. Not because I am a weapon or a tool or a solution.. Because I chose to believe that everyone deserves the chance to be better. That includes the Council and Speaker Caelum includes everyone who participated in the

I quickly lowered my gaze, afraid they would notice how emotional I suddenly felt. Across the table, Gregori met my eyes and gave me a small knowing smile. And for the first time in a very long time… Hope no longer felt impossible. —-----------------------------------

Question is when I was gone who'd pray his. I'd had hope when I was first brought here. Hope, that someone would come and save me regardless of my crimes. That at least one person would take my side, because I'm sure I wasn't the only one that he'd done this to. I'd assumed the people who I grown up with and lived with. The people I'd spoken to everyday of my life, shared precious moments with, would stand by me once they knew the truth. But in the end no one cared about my side of the story, there was only one thing that mattered 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?"

She seemed to be dying faster. However, he still wanted to believe that there was salvation. Deep in his body, between the ribs and behind his heart, already useless, he wanted there to be salvation for The Carmesim, for then there would be salvation for him.

“These people will believe anything. As long as we promise them salvation, they'll give us everything they have." “They think suffering will earn them a place in heaven. Fools." Georgia’s breath hitches, her hand flying to her mouth. Then she lets out a choked sob. The phone slips from her fingers, hitting the bed with a dull thud. She crumbles, her knees hitting the floor. I move without thinking, kneeling beside her and wrapping my arms around her. She sobs into my shoulder. “The one thing that gave me hope,” she whispers, “was a lie.” I squeeze my eyes shut.

Mary said softly, turning to the ground. Melody smiled. “Don’t tell me you've lost hope already, Mary. There's still a possibility that Nicole's vision will come true. There's still time,” he said softly. “But what if it doesn't? What if we all die?” Mary said fear in her voice. “Mary, I'm confident that we'll be fine. This confidence I feel is the same confidence you came into my forever garden with when you fell through that shaft. You told me that we were the only hope of the world, and if we worked together, we would be able to save it. Please don't let that confidence go—as long as we're still alive, then there's still hope.

Another: “You didn’t save us by being perfect. You saved us by hurting where we could see it.” And a third: “We’re not afraid to feel anymore.” Aria’s hand tightened around Cassian’s. The world wasn’t begging for rescue. It was waking up. And for the first time, she understood Hope wasn’t the prize. Hope was the side effect of being unapologetically alive.