Salvation Equation Novel Novels & Stories

“The deck camera from the chopper. The one that captured the recovery.” Kai’s skin prickles. “That’s not possible,” Kai says. “It’s possible,” Ellis replies. “It’s happening.” Kai leans forward, elbows on knees, hands clasped. His fingers tremble slightly. He hates it. He forces them still. “Was it corrupted?” he asks. Ellis’s expression doesn’t change. “IT says the upload was initiated, then interrupted. The file is blank.” Blank. Kai can almost hear the ocean again, the way it swallowed that body, the way it swallowed sound, the way it swallowed proof.

"Broken. I found you and healed you. Gave you purpose." *Or stole it,* my heart whispered. *Stole it and replaced it with chains.* "And I fell in love with you?" "Completely. You said I was your salvation." *Salvation.* The word felt like poison. Like being saved from something I'd wanted to stay lost in. "I wish I could remember it better." "The memories will come back. Once you stop fighting them." Fighting them. So I was fighting. Good. "What if they don't?" "Then we'll make new ones."

The child before me starts to fade away, her eyes those sad eyes brimmed with tears her last words shook me to the brim "Save me...save us….mate." I wanted to ask her what I should do to save them, most importantly why she felt I was the one to save them, nothing made sense but before I could speak she was gone. My eyes roam through the devastating sight before me, the ruins, the scorched earth, the burning houses and nearby trees, the dead bodies that littered the earth, and the agony, and disbelief in the eyes of the few that survived.

No one answered. There was no answer that would not be violence. My mother's handwriting continued. Subject A.M. survived early gate contact. Soul already fissured. Distribution will delay Gate Opener by preventing complete key formation. Consent impossible under emergency conditions. Record guilt. Record guilt. The words blurred. My mother had saved the world by breaking Ava. Or she had broken Ava and called the delay salvation. Both could be true.

They were solid orbs of white light. "Steady!" Malachi shouted over the roar of the energy. Sloane felt the amber fire lashing out at him. It scorched his shirt. It bit into his chest like needles. He did not let go. He looked down into Elena's eyes and saw the raw terror of a girl who had been told she was sick for twenty-four years. She had no idea she was a goddess being born to purge the world. "Stay with me, Savior." His voice was a rasp, his muscles bulging as he fought to keep her down. "Fight it."

"I knew I should have gone back for that damn umbrella." Scrunching her nose, she didn't forget to add. "And Allyssa, you don't look good. Like seriously, how many people did you kill to look all bloodied up like this?" The innocent Allyssa. "......" ___________________ Salvador. The moment Salvador woke up he was a little surprised. Although the environment was fairly strange and it was the first time he was caught up in an illusion he showed no sign of panicking since he had heard all about it before from the others.

“You have done well brothers. Soon, it will all be goodbye to the curse and you have brought the most joyful news I have received in a hundred years. She will be the key to our salvation.” As he spoke; it was all still like a dream to Gabriella and some words kept ringing in her mind; “Key? Salvation? Me? Who is RENA?” As her adrenaline suddenly rushed up, her heart beat loudly against her chest and her vision became blurry gradually before she finally collapsed to the ground. A crashing sound interrupted his speech and when he turned around, he saw that Gabriella was lying on the ground unconsciously….

they’d whisper. And I’d forgive them—with my cock in their mouth or their thighs spread over the edge of the pew, legs shaking, breathless for mercy. One begged for a second round while clutching her rosary. Said her husband never made her cum. I told her I wasn’t her husband. She called it salvation. And I let her. They believed whatever I told them. Because I wore black. Because I stood at the pulpit. Because I held a Bible and wore a collar and spoke of Heaven while I dragged them into Hell.

Chapter Twenty-two The Savior As Ashier and Blair walked, she threw his hands off and turned to him, “Why did you save me again? Why do you keep saving me after everything that has happened?” She asked. Ashier gave her her no response, he shook his head and grabbed her hand, “Come with me, you have no right to question me!” He shouted. “I’m not questioning you, I’m only asking why you keep putting me in danger and passing out judgments for me to be killed or punished then saving me after that, what exactly are you up to?“ Blair asked, “What do you want from me?”

All of it was a lie, a setup for the moment they’d finally throw me to the wolves. Resentment wasn't a big enough word. It was a cold, sharp blade twisting in my gut. Why me? Why was I the one who had to sign away my heartbeat while they picked out wedding flowers? ~ SACRIFICE COUNTDOWN: 4 DAYS REMAINING ~ The morning light was clinical and cold. Margaret Lawson and Officer Daniel Miller shoved through the door, flanked by a handful of kids from the orphanage. "John! John! Are you dead?" one of the boys shouted, scrambling onto the edge of my bed. "We saw you on the news! Everyone’s talking about the Red Savior!"