If The Savior Stood Beside Me Novels & Stories

He broke off, his throat tight, his golden eyes wild. I reached for his hand, my fingers threading through his. “You can’t save me from this,” I said softly, my heart aching at the truth. “But you can stand beside me when I step out of it alive.” His grip tightened, strong enough to bruise, and in his silence I felt his vow. He would tear down the world itself if I did not return.

Acceptance. “You can’t stop this.” “I’m not here to stop it.” “Then why?” I stepped forward. “Because you don’t walk into the dark alone.” Finally, she turned. And when our eyes met, I saw it. The fire hadn’t dimmed but it had deepened. “You’re not here to save me,” she said. “No,” I answered. “I’m here to stand beside you.” The Catacline began to hum and from the shadows beyond the stone, something shifted.

We had both agreed to that early on. “What do you need, babe?” he asked me softly. “Would you come with me? You don’t have to if you’d rather not. I’d understand.” He gave me a reassuring smile and stood up, grabbing my hand. I breathed a silent sigh of relief because I immediately felt calmer and stronger. ‘I’ll always be beside you in life, no questions asked. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,’ he said. I sent him all of my gratitude and love. He had been in my corner since the day he and Byron saved my life – the day when fate finally gave me more than I ever thought was possible to have.

This was the only time I was thankful for his alcohol addiction. Estella stirred in her sleep at the sudden movement, but that didn't slow me down. I turned the corner and checked behind me to see if my father had caught up to me yet, but what I wasn't expecting was to bump into a rock hard wall. Quite literally. I rubbed the side of my head and winced at the pain. I stepped back to see a little bit of blood on the wall. Ouch. "Are you okay? I just saw you walk into that wall" a voice said from behind me. Stunned by the presence behind me, I spun on my heels quickly, causing me to lose balance when a pair of big strong arms steadied me by wrapping themselves around my body.

Even if I couldn’t place the owner of the warmth, I knew it was familiar, and I had once craved it, and that was the only reason I was able to relax. “It is alright; I am here.” I heard the male voice say in my subconscious, and I felt peace within. The warmth was with me, burning bright like a blazing flame but never hot enough to burn me, and suddenly it was slipping from my hand, and I used all the strength I had in me to squeeze it. “Please don’t go.” I was saying, although I was sure my mouth wasn’t moving. But he seemed to hear me and stayed. I tried to blink away the fog that was covering my eyes. I needed to see this Savior in human form, and with every strength in me, I blinked my e

And yet, there he was, standing before me like fate had placed him there to be my savior just as I was about to shatter. Bike rose to my throat and I knew I was about to throw up. My stomach lurched. My head swam." I think — I think I am gonna —" I mumbled to myself. I ran outside immediately. But before I could reach a hidden location, my body betrayed me, tilting forward. But he caught me. His arms were strong, warm, steady — wrapped around my midriff, keeping me upright as my legs wobbled beneath me. "Easy," he muttered, his voice deep and smooth."You’ve been taking too much of those."

I pray that she'll remain my innocent sister. " Sobra " this word I pronounced with nothing but certainty declaring that Elijah is indeed my savior. Abby smiled and hugged me so tight. Ang sarap pala sa pakiramdam na bukas yung tenga ng pamilya mo sayo. Siguro wala na nga kaming nanay at yung tatay namin walang pakialam sa amin. However, we both have each other and that's more then enough. Tinulak ko siya ng bahagya para putulin ang pag yayakapan. I put my hands on her shoulders and look at her seriously. Sapagkat ito ang katanungan na may kahirapang sagutin.

Because after everything, after the exile, the betrayal, the bridge, I was still here. Still breathing. And today, I would meet the one who saved me. The one who pulled me back from the edge when I had nothing left.

“Yes.” “You are not marching into the Devourer’s line of sight.” “I already am,” I said softly. “Every day I exist.” “That’s different.” “Is it?” I stepped closer, placing my palm against his chest. His heart thundered under my hand with proof of fear, not dominance. “You said you’d walk beside me. Not in front. Not behind.” His breath shuddered. “You cannot go to the Abyss,” he said hoarsely. “You won’t come back.”

Sofia's POV My Savior I'm on my third bottle when he bellies up beside me. I look into his face. Worn out, probably by liquor or life or his wife. Nevertheless, he's smiling at me like I'm some long lost friend of his. My head is already spinning by this time and the words come out of my mouth without control. "I don't think you know me, pal." "Oh, I don't have to know you before I sit here, do I?"