Redemption An Amos Decker Novel 5 Novels & Stories

Asher's supposed heir. “You'll be fine,” Asher muttered and stroked her hair. Of course, they tried to forgive Amelia and redeem her but she claimed to be irredeemable. She wanted to die and pass on to the other side to meet her mate, Xavier. “I'm sorry,” he muttered and hugged her as she watched her sister's head roll down on the execution ground. Finally, everywhere was peaceful and everyone was happy once again. Asher forgave Derek and they both reconciled as brothers. Derek moved out of the town to somewhere far away with Jessica to start up a new life.

His knees buckled, and he hit the floor like a sack of wet sand. Silence rushed back into the room, more deafening than the strobe. I stood over him, the phone still flickering in my shaking hand, my chest heaving. The man was out cold, his breathing heavy and irregular. I reached down and snatched the Red Ledger from his vest. The leather was cool, the edges worn smooth by decades of secrets. This was it. The thing that could end the war before the first shot was fired. But I couldn't celebrate. Tap. Tap. Tap.

The embers of redemption had ignited a fire within us, a fire that would guide us through the darkness and lead us to victory. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a final burst of orange and pink across the sky, we set forth on our final mission. The stage was set, the players in position. It was time to confront our demons, to seek redemption, and to bring an end to the cycle of pain and suffering. This chapter, filled with determination and a sense of purpose, would lead us to the climactic final act. The embers of redemption would blaze into an inferno, consuming all

He was trying for her to feel what he was feeling. "Lily I... I have committed many sins in my past. I have killed mercilessly. I've ruined many people's lives just for fun. Most importantly, I have betrayed people. And I regret that. All of that." He took a deep breath gazing into her loving eyes. "I want someone to pull me out of this guilt. Sometimes I want nothing more than to cry my eyes out because I'm tired of carrying this strong facade. But I can’t." He sucked in a deep breath before continuing to speak “Will you do that for me? Will you pull me out of this guilt? Can I trust you with my deepest secret? Will you promise not to judge me for what I have done?" His eyes were begging fo

Amos said with a sad voice shaking his head non stop and at the sound of his voice, I took a sharp pause. "Your son, isn't as easy as you think neither am I in a good position to tell you who he is. But what you need to know is that, Drake is dangerous and can kill the entire people of Ordean Ville." Amos look at me, shooting me a dirty look. "Lord Ashman risked his life to save you because we had no Beta or Gamma to sacrifice as at that time." He informed me sternly with a serious voice. I don't know his plan but unintentionally, he made me to start feeling guilty. Yes, I was guilty but this time, it got worse.

Zeke I’ve been given a tremendous gift. I hover for a moment next to the vacant body that floats limply in the mud and glance down at the harrowing scene below. The ghoulish red glow emanating from the gaping maw of the portal illuminates the tableau, though I see a soft white light as well. Jake’s soul, now cleaved from his flesh, is dragged ever downward into the abyss in Amos’s wake, but I’m hopeful that change in the light means his last act redeemed him enough to save his soul.

My hands run through her soft fur, hoping it will calm her if she catches on to anything, and I stand up with her in my arms. All the wolves around us help create a safe zone for me to escape with Amelia. Slowly but surely we’re able to fight them back. A lot of the vampires are piled up on the floor, and I can see first fires burning the corpses before they are able to come back to life again. Just as a vampire tries to attack us, Jack, the Alpha of the Sea-Moon pack comes to our rescue.

Amos asked as I walked through the cathedral, observing the different fixtures. “Is it any of your business to question my dealings?” He was still skeptical and in case, he decided to attempt to test my authenticity, I had other plans to deal with him. A dart flew towards my face. I caught it when it was inches from my eyes, glaring at the idiot who had shot it. “Are you mad?” I asked him carefully. Amos pressed his forehead against the floor again. “Let him atone for his sins.” He grabbed the younger man and slit his throat in front of me. I refused to let my panicked scream slip out.

"If you could make arrangements to get his pack members' remains shipped back to him... with all the respect due." He nodded and left. A sense of satisfaction washed over me. The murdere and thief, a man who thought he was a conqueror was backing down? He was in for quite the surprise when I met him in the ring and gave him exactly what he deserves. Then, I heard the slam of a door opening. Trent rushed over as I turned around. Amos looked on the edge of collapse, snarling. His scales rippling on his neck. Blue looked so ashen in his arms as he staggered out.

Not with the frantic hunger of new passion, but with the deep, sure comfort of a destination reached. “The final convergence,” he whispered into my hair, his arms a secure, welcome weight around me. “The qualitative and the quantitative. The heart and the system. The proof of concept is… irrefutable.” And as I drifted to sleep, wrapped in the certainty of him, I knew he was right. The redemption was no longer a process, or a model, or a surprise. It was this: a shared breath in the dark, a hand to hold across the breakfast table, a man who had built a fortress of logic only to discover that its strongest, most vital component had been, all along, a heart—his own, stubbornly, beautifully, lea