Novel & Cerita Poem Salvation

Just as I thought the rogues were about to tear Ruth and me into pieces, a deep, familiar roar sounded in the sky. I opened my eyes and saw a giant white wolf leap overhead and land in front of me and Ruth. "Hold on there, Bella?" The wolf turned to look at me with concern, when that refreshing cedar scent reached my nose. It was Joseph!!! I wanted to call out his name but couldn't as the killing pain over my body threatened to kill me. "We got saved!" With this idea in my mind, I stopped holding on and lost consciousness...

i walk over and sit on the couch and wait. She sits there watching waiting, after a few minutes she speaks, “i bet you are wondering where you are?” i nod and reply, “im assuming im dead judging by being in here with an angel.” She giggles, “yes and no, the gods are wanting you to try and see if its safe to bring the world’s together or if they’re going to go ahead and destroy themselves with their hatred of other species.” She takes a breath, “Each Species has their own god and this was decided to let you decide if you want to save them to save yourself.”

A torch of fire was brought in and handed over to the pack’s priest, who held it up above his head, such that we all had to look up to see the torch burning like youthful strength, and flickering like a rush of adrenalin. “From the gods our souls came, and from the dust was our bodies made, to both we shall return.” The priest said loud enough for us all to hear. “To both we shall return.” We all, who had gathered for Gova’s funeral responded, our voices echoing in the funeral ground. The priest dropped the torch on the funeral pyre, lighting up the corpse, and sparking up a round of wailing from family, friends and well-wishers of late Gova. I felt my tears dripping non-stop, warming up my

Asked the abbess after gulping down the whole content then frowning at the burning sensation. Sarah hesitated. "I don't know." "Most girls here found themselves here through fate and I believe that you are no different. There's a reason why the good Lord has led you here to be with us and I believe we will soon find out." "I really do want to go home. To hell with fate!"

“Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.” William Shakespeare The Merchant of Venice, Act 4, Scene 1 PROLOGUE

A second chance mate. The one who would be my salvation or my eternal doom.

Oh God, I’m crying out for an angelic helping hand which would protect me with all might as the thunderstorm roars through my life I know there is no hiding place but only my almighty God in thee Hide me under your powerful wings where I’ll be secured indeed Turn the rainstorm down on this darkly gruesome yet awesome tempest I know you’re in control God but I’m so tired and drained These things are all your work so I know it’s meant to be only give me wisdom to do what’s expected of me There are precautions I must take as yet on earth I live my life I know I must keep praying and your blessings you will grace my soul. But now, I am tired and I can’t live anymore. Please, accept me in your ar

“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.

We are not hopeless… mercy has its sights set on us sinners and its source is our God. Mikaelson He will rescue us out of the sea of sin Both: Like hands beneath a drowning soul Ada A rainbow before the lightening bolt speaks.. Both: He reigns! Mikaelson When the clouds break there shell, our God will appear and show us his yoke is easy Both:

Let us be humiliated for it before God, not caring, in comparison[14] with our true relation to Him, what interpretation the world may put on our repentance. But let us also rejoice more than ever in the assurance of Christmas that a Saviour has been born to us, that we have an eternal King in our Lord Jesus Christ, Who can save us from our sins, and our ruin, and ourselves, if we will but give ourselves up to Him absolutely. Let us realize with infinite thankfulness that the souls of those who are now sacrificing their lives for us are in His saving and merciful hands. Let us be reminded by the angelic vision that we ourselves, and the souls of those who have passed and are passing away, ar