Salvation War Novels & Stories

“This virus is more than a ploy for revenge. No, it serves a greater purpose. Humans are fickle creatures. They turn on their own in the blink of an eye, so imagine what they will do with the vampires and your precious werewolves. While they fight, Kunz will rise and strengthen in the shadows of their despair. Earth is now a world set to assure its destruction.” Salvay pulled a knife from his bag. He unsheathed it. “I must thank you. Without you, none of this would have come to pass. Because of your thirst for power, everything you so foolishly sought to shape in your image will be nothing but ashes. My King will rise, and the earth will fall.” The last thing Sven saw was the glint of Salvay

There's a silence vast as dying worlds. Colton turned to her. Sparks rained. His mother stood rigid, expression lost. Savannah said quietly: “We will protect our child.” She took Colton’s hand, and without another word, they left—Mother’s empire flickering behind them. Outside, firelight danced on wet streets. The serum war was no longer about possession. It was about extinction. From a distance, Rhett watched them emerge into night—scarred, silent, irrevocable. He slipped back into Berlin’s vein blood—monitoring, surviving, waiting.

Like a dare. Mateo’s disappearance is already an open wound. The missing footage makes it feel staged. He presses play again, jaw tight. “Kai Tanaka,” the recording says. “Rescue swimmer. Coast Guard. Experienced. Decorated. The face they put on a brochure when they want to prove they save lives.” Luca lets it run for another minute, then stops it. His finger hovers above the keyboard. He stares at the name on the screen like it’s a match.

The order to start the war. "I won't let you hurt him," Rhea said, her voice a terrible, fierce determination. "I won't let you hurt the boy who saved me. I won't let you hurt the friend who showed me what real love looks like. I won't let you hurt the vampire who showed me what a real monster looks like." The Alphas said nothing. They were watching her. They were waiting for her choice. A choice that would change all. A choice that would start a war. A choice that would end a world.

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. I puff out in frustration and shake my head to rid my brain of the memory of the dream even though it lingered on, it felt so real but…I could not accept it because it made no sense. How could it be real when she called me her mate, I already had a mate and she was sleeping on my bed, and we have passed the age of such deadly battles in the wolf kingdom, no pack or alpha would dare attack any pack now, the consequences are brutal. Unless, unless it was another type

At this time, the voice of an elder sounded behind the three Emperors. The three immediately turned around. They quickly greeted him. “Greetings, Supreme War Saint.” Salim Withal smiled. He waved his hand, and an amethyst-gold light engulfed the three Emperors. Instantly, their injuries were healed. The three emperors raised their heads and expressed their gratitude. Salim, who was the Supreme War Saint, approached the three Emperors with his hands behind his back as he looked toward the south. “James’ army has surrounded the Terythor Universe. Can you stop them?”

On high, the Hunters’ observation tower signaled withdrawal but Evelyn knew the real war was only beginning. --- Control Room Seraphim. A voice crackled over the radio: “Sir Alaric, Seraphim is back‑firing! Power systems have inverted! We can’t… stop it!” Alaric tightened his grip on a silver sword; a fanatical light shone in his eyes. “Good. Then let this flame burn everything. If blood is sin, I will be God’s hand.” He withdrew an emergency activation key, his voice like an oath: “Seraphim! Phase Two, engage.”

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.

he threatened. "A week and yes, you have been asleep for a week," he replied. He was really confusing, a hard man to understand. Why would he punish the people he sent to torture me, how did he even come to save me, I could understand the man part but the lady I did not understand. Then the man, the thought of his actions entered my head and I didn't know if he had his way with me, the thought of that made me sick in the stomach. When I looked back at the window, the bodies were being brought down by Drew's men. I guess I was just meant to see it, maybe it was a warning that I might end up like them if I offended him again.

That small light sustained me more than any speech ever could. “Because the war has already found its Guardian.”