Savage Symphony Novels & Stories

The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest. It was over. Everything was ruined. My hands, my mother's dreams—everything was shattered in that single moment. Tears streamed down my face in heavy, relentless drops. Ryan rushed toward me, pulling me into an embrace. I leaned silently into his broad, warm chest, but the words that came from above were as cold as ice. "I'm sorry, Susan. Please, forgive me just this once. I know this isn't fair to you. But Miranda's mother died saving me. Once she makes it into the orchestra, I'll have repaid my debt."

Lydia grabbed a bottle of whiskey which was on a table next to her , and she threw it agaisnt the wall with all her strength. "Noooooo! I won't get married to that man ! I won't , do you hear me ! You can't force me ! Over my dead body ,do you hear me ? " Mr Eric suddenly got out of his chair and grabbed Lydia's hand ,tightly. " Listen up ,you rude child. For all those twenty-four years of bringing you up , alone as a single father , i've shown enough forbearance . And when it's your turn to return the favour ,you refuse ?! Do you think that my money grew on trees all these times? Whenever you wanted to have something ,i made my best to give it to you...And your reaction is...heartbreaking !

“How many women are here?” “Five, three more in the room next to this one. I haven’t seen any others.” “Havoc will get us all out,” I mumbled. “He is going to come for me and I will make sure the Savage Sons get everyone out. Including your daughter. Don’t worry.” I sounded surer than I felt but the woman in my arms needed something to cling to. Even if it was just hope. “The Savage Sons?” “They’re bikers.” I let my eyes close for a second before I forced them back open again. I couldn’t fall asleep. I had to stay ready, so I could be helpful when Havoc burst through the doors like my knight in shining armour. “What’s your name?”

Jane might even admire him except for the feeling she had that he was a savage wolf hiding poorly among the flock in his sheep's clothes. Mercer was driving, with Jane in the back seat and Boris in the front passenger seat. He stopped the car in an alley a block away from the warehouse. He'd cut the lights several blocks away, gliding silently through the night. Mercer leaned under the steering column and pressed a button. Jane felt the bump of the trunk releasing. She frowned. He got out of the car and held a hand out to Jane. "Let's see if there're any weapons in this thing."

Alena leans against Levi's side, her hand intertwines with his as she absorbs every word with rapt attention. Suddenly, a haunting melody floats through the clearing, a familiar tune that stirs memories long buried in the depths of their minds. It is Savage's favorite song, a hauntingly beautiful melody that seems to transcend time and space. The brothers look at each other in astonishment, their hearts swelling with emotions too deep for words.

“Oh, one of his dogs is here. I thought one of my men would have taken care of you.” “I killed them all,” Ivanos replied, his expression was cold. Now that he mentioned it, I could see parts of his body were covered in blood and his face was no exception. Sergio laughed hysterically. “I shouldn't have let my guard down. You're one of his men, of course, you'll be a tough opponent for them.” Ivanos dragged Sofia's body closer, checked if she was breathing, and heaved a sigh of relief after confirming she was alive. His gun, still pointing at Sergio, had not lowered. I slowly slipped out of his grip and moved closer to them. He handed me a new gun.

It was a broken, dangerous rasp. "You're right to hate your father, Vivienne," Julian said to the empty room, the words sending a chilling, terrifying spike of dread straight through my veins. "Because he isn't trying to extort me for money. He’s trying to start a war. And you’re just the bait I bought to win it.”

"Give me a heart of stone. Give me a mind of steel. Give me the capacity to be the monster they said I was." The Voice chuckled. It was a terrifying sound, like tectonic plates shifting. "A fair trade. The Architect for the Savage." The whiteness began to swirl. It turned grey, then black. A wind howled, smelling of antiseptic and blood. "One condition," the Voice added, as the world began to dissolve. "You will have your vengeance. You will have your empire. But you will walk alone. A Savage has no pack." "I don't need a pack," Vespera said. "I need a sword."

“That wasn’t supposed to happen.” I stared at him, still feeling the echo of Varyn’s voice ringing in my ears and the heat of his touch on my cheek. It was strange, Caelum and Varyn were the same person… and yet completely different. “You have a wolf with a name,” I finally managed to whisper. “Yeah. He usually doesn’t… speak directly. Not like that. Guess he felt the need to introduce himself.” He gave me a crooked smile. Introduce himself? Like a gentleman meeting someone for the first time? Except instead of shaking hands, he was threatening to hunt me down if I ever ran.