Road Of Redemption Novels & Stories

Marco With one arm pressed tightly against my bleeding wound, I clench my teeth in pain, firing two precise shots at the speeding motorcycle approaching me. The third shot finds its mark, sending the bike crashing to the ground and its helmeted rider sprawling. The bike chimes aggressively as the wheels roll in the air. I quickly duck behind my car, narrowly avoiding a hail of bullets aimed my way as I fire another shot. Amidst the chaos, a desperate plea reaches my ears, “How much were you paid? I'll give you triple, just let me go.”

Axel had adopted them and made them his own after seeing the way they were being mistreated by the family. I thought Axel had helped them by being kind-hearted, but who knows he has seen into these kids and knew their potential. The twins, as young as they were, had a lot of talent. Little Nine, as young as he is, is a sharpshooter, while Little Red, got his name from his red hair, is a fighter. Axel had trained them hard, just for them to be his bodyguard. That's why I am being conflicted right now because Axel never helps anyone for free.

He vowed not to rest until Bella was found, his child's safety ensured, and his mistakes rectified. Reid's gaze fixed on the horizon, the resolve etched in his steely eyes. He would unearth the truth, protect Bella and his unborn child, no matter the hurdles ahead. The road ahead was fraught with uncertainties, but the fire of redemption burned bright within him. As the car moved forward, Reid Carter's heart was consumed by a singular purpose—a quest for redemption, a pursuit to right the wrongs, and an unwavering commitment to protect the woman and child he had unwittingly pushed away.

“Adriana. I have killed more warriors than I can count.” She takes a step back from me. “I know you weren’t a saint before you met me. But even saints have a past, Liam. They lived a life before they changed. You lived a life, a seemingly terrible one…” Shit, she sounds so sweet and hopeful she almost has me convinced that maybe I wasn’t so bad. But I know better. “I’m no saint, Adriana.” I interrupt her, feeling exhausted by her lack of willingness to just listen. “Not now, certainly not then. I’m not looking to ask for their forgiveness. In the world we live in, there is only redemption in blood.”

Red said, attempting to comfort me, but it didn't help. Cyrus looked so alone. It hurt to see him that way. I longed to hold him and give him the comfort he needed. All I wanted to do was… "Go to him," Red said. "What?" I replied, stunned. "The highway's considered neutral ground. Go talk to him." "But I can't. Not after everything that just happened." Red nodded over to Gunner, who was shooting the sh*t in the parking lot with Grim.

“You cannot take the direct route into the Roguelands. We have a small road system now that leads into the river basin, where the Opal Hill pack resides. That’s your closest pack affiliated with the Roguelands. But you have to stay off the roads.” “Why? Are you telling me you have Draven Rebels in the Highlands?” “Possibly, or a small faction of their coven. We’ve killed at least thirty in the past month. The Alpha of Redwood took out an entire group of them in a cave near the edge of his territory two weeks ago. He left no survivors, but his pack suffered casualties.” “You realize by telling me this that I have to report it to my commander, who will then relay this information to the king–”

A serenity she had never felt in her first life was only filled with fear and extreme pain. Rania wanted to see her mother, who was still avoiding her, and she didn't wish for Hera to continue to wail. Her family's life is in danger, and if Hera can't make peace, then their bond is over. There will be many people vying to destroy Hera under the current circumstances. Trust is one way to strengthen each other and reveal the terrible truths of palace politics. But when she passed the training ground, Rania saw Oscar had just been kicked by the soldiers who were also training in the field.

I didn’t bring my phone and I could’ve texted someone and made it my last call, at least I won’t die without a trace and someone would know I was about to be killed by Lucas Anderson because I ruined his jacket. Help me, Lord! Forgive all my sins and let me make heaven! Forgive me for adding more salt to mom’s pasta just to get back at her for hitting my head. Forgive me for painting my dad’s phone pink, irregular pink because he complained about my result, and please forgive me for changing my grade from D to A just for five minutes of peace. “You should see your face right now,” Luke stated and I realized he had stopped in front of a store. “Where are we?” I asked.

"Sometimes, the past is a heavy thing to carry." As I drove home, I didn't think about the hospital or my career. I thought about the way Caspian’s hand had trembled when he touched Leo. The game wasn't about survival anymore. It was about redemption. And in the world of billionaires and "mafia bloodlines," redemption usually came with a price tag that even Caspian Vance couldn't afford. I reached into my bag and pulled out my phone. I stared at the contact I’d never deleted. Caspian.

kneeling beside him on the asphalt. The man looked up, his eyes human, filled with tears. No blue light, just a man losing the thing that mattered. "I almost had it " he sobbed, the rain washing the blood down his face. "I almost reached the end. I almost made the lie strong enough to become the truth." Behind them the highway started to dissolve into a wall of light, the Aethelred ‘Hard Reset’ sweeping towards them like a wave erasing the road, the rain and the wreckage.