Our Great Savior Novels & Stories

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Sophia spoke with pride. “Enough,” Saul shouted. “Seven years ago I met with a dreadful accident which changed everything about me. I almost knocked the gates of heaven and came back because of my mom’s prayers and the money of my father. He shelled out his wealth like water, employed the best surgeons and specialists across the world and got my life ultimately resurrected. If I was born in some normal family, I wouldn't have ever come back and be talking to you at this moment. That’s why I invest a lot in charity. I help people as far as I can because life is precious. It is a gift from God.”

~Cory~ I have to say, as surprised as I am, I'm ecstatic for Cyrus. He is a good guy and has always tried his hardest to do right by my dad and me. I'm glad that he finally gets to have his happiness. As great as all that is, it's time to face the crowd.

Darrel smiled as we walked through the classrooms. "Yeah,as if "I rolled my eyes and he scoffed. "Hey,you are being ungrateful ,you supposed to treat me like an egg because I saved you from going crazy in your thoughts" "Eish .... fine ,yeah, you are my savior , thank you , happy now ?"I said and he nodded with a smile . We got to the lots and bade each other a goodbye then walked separately to our ride. "Welcome miss" the driver said and I nodded.

We need to know why they are here, we need to know why they came and tried to hurt Ingrid. "My name is Lucian." He paused as if I was suppose to recognize the name. "I'm not sure if you're awaiting some deep recognition to kick in, but let me save you the time. It's not going to happen, I have no idea who you are or why you are here." I said annoyed. His nostrils flared again before he composed that stoic fucking expression that made me want to grind his face into a cement wall. "I'm Lucian Lane. Pack Alpha to all the wolves of Romania." He spoke slowly.

"Christ, God's Word made flesh, commands you; He who to save our race outdone through your envy, humbled Himself, becoming obedient even unto death; He who has built His Church on the firm rock and declared that the gates of Hell shall not prevail against Her, because He will dwell with Her all days even to the end of the world! The sacred Sign of the Cross commands you, as does also the power of the mysteries of the Christian Faith!

“Ms. Livingston, we are honored to be in your presence and in the presence of the Great Warrior Child. I am Raphael, Lead Savior, and this is Cassiel and Zadkiel, Saviors as well.” They each nodded in turn, and she marveled at how they were so similar in stature and mannerism, yet each had their own individual style. From suit pants to jeans, dress shirts to T-shirts. Combined, they hurt her eyes with their handsomeness.

He said and the panic calmed down a little. "A savior that will deliver us all from the suffering that we will all have to endure. A savior with special powers given by the Moon goddess, and only that savior can and will deliver us!!" He finished and turned his back on everybody and walked out the same way he came in.

He spent the rest of those early days learning—of himself, of Thane, of the world he’d been meant to grow up in but hadn’t. The other werewolves, many from Lunarville but now also from Ravenhurst, Galenstar, Villapaw and beyond, began arriving to see him for themselves. To see the returned Promised Saviour—the one that had defied the human who raised him to hate his own kind. The one who had saved them all. There was a reverence in their eyes, a hope Kael wasn’t yet sure he deserved. But he bowed his head, nodded politely, and let the tide of their belief carry him forward.

He stared at John, at the bruised cheek, the defiant eyes, the sheer, raw power radiating from the man he’d called a defect. "John?" Caleb’s voice broke. "I told you," John said, his voice cold as the Abyss. "In ten days, I'm a ghost. Don't look too hard, Caleb. You might not like what you find." He shoved past the stunned enforcer, disappearing into the fog of the docks. Back at the manor, the news was already spreading. The Red Savior had appeared again. The Don was ecstatic. The brothers were in awe. John sat in his basement cell, staring at the shattered remains of his life, listening to the family upstairs celebrate the man they didn't know they were killing.