Salvation Poem Novels & Stories

My heart sped, and hope surged through me. But I felt my blood stop cold as the figures entered the light. Salvation was not what it was. More of Dante's disciples were involved here. And I was going to confront them all.

Dante walks up to him and squats in front of him. “What’s your name?” “Samuel.” “Samuel, what are you doing out here all alone?” “I’m looking for a group of packs that are said to be in this area.” Dante raises an eyebrow. “What kind of packs?” he asks. He looks at all of us, then turns back to Dante. “The kind who take in people needing sanctuary.” “And why do you need sanctuary?” He looks at all of us again. “I’d rather not say until I know for sure that you’re not going to kill me.”

Damiano might be the ‘Italian Devil’ for everybody else, but for her, he was ‘Her Italian Savior’. Damiano never stopped looking for her, always finding her every time she needed to be found. He saved her from loneliness, protected her, and forgave her. Gave her a wonderful little boy. Their hearts, their lives were forever connected in this life and in the next ones. The crooked position of her neck forced Thea to turn back. Damn the cast! Damn the fact that she couldn’t put her arms around him and stay like this forever.

That day, I cut off all contact with Sam and Pera. Seamus had once become my only safe haven, my only salvation, and it was only now that I finally understood how wrong I had been—he was never my savior at all, but the one who had truly killed my father. Just then, the door was pushed open so abruptly it nearly struck me, and Seamus froze as a flicker of shock crossed his eyes. He demanded what I was doing there, and I replied calmly that I had only wanted to talk, that he seemed busy, and that we could speak later.

And it was in that yearning that his mind drifted, once again, to Lylah. The ache came softly, like fog curling through the cracks of a forgotten chamber. He could see her again now, as if time had collapsed—the stubborn tilt of her chin, the silent fire in her green eyes, the night they’d… The child they'd created. The Promised Saviour. He stiffened, his breath catching in his throat. The High Priestess's words came back to him. As long as he didn't have the promised saviour, all his efforts might well be in vain.

As the music picked up, I let the rhythm take over, my body moving freely, each step shaking off the burdens of the day. Dancing there, with the fire crackling in the background and the stars watching silently from above, I felt a momentary escape from the complexities of my return home. Here, I was just Sky—the girl who could dance away her sorrows and charm the moon. The night air, filled with the scent of pine and the occasional pop and hiss of the fire, seemed to cleanse the weight of earlier revelations. Under the vast, starlit sky, I could breathe, laugh, and, for a brief moment, hope that maybe everything could still turn out alright. Here, it was just me, the music, and the night—exa

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...

AMORE woke up to a noise coming from outside. Her eyes flutters as she look around, and her eyes fixes on the door that was closed but is now open. Someone opened it. For a long time, she was surrounded by darkness and she was already accustomed to it. But now that her eyes catches a glimpse of light, its like giving her a new chapter of life that has been sorrowed by darkness. For the time that she was in the dark, she have lost hope of even getting out of that place alive.

I don’t know who is hurting me or why because the only sounds being made are from me. At some point, I black out, the pain becoming too much for me to bear. I come to a bit and can feel my body floating. I can’t open my eyes or move my body, but it doesn’t matter because I black out again. I’d pray to the Moon Goddess to spare me, but I’m not sure it would be worth the effort. I do send a prayer that Zahara will find someone to love her since it can’t be me.

And I craved him. I looked down at my swollen belly, running my hands over the small bump. You are my salvation, I thought, feeling the tiny life inside. And you are my damnation. I finished the eggs, swallowed the vitamin, and lay back against the silk sheets. The penthouse was silent, cold, and beautiful. I had been saved from the gutter. But as the hours crawled by, and the daylight turned to dusk, I realized I was just waiting for the monster to come home and claim me.