Savior Interlude Novels & Stories

He simply held the detonator aloft like a perverse scepter, his message clear. The bright sunlight outside the chapel doors was a shock. His black sedan idled at the curb, a beast waiting. He opened the rear door for me. I paused, looking at him over the roof of the car. The madness was still there, but beneath it, I saw a flicker of something else—a desperate, fragile hope. “Get in, Victoria,” he said, his voice rough. I slid inside the leather interior, the door thudding shut with a sound of finality. I was a prisoner in silk and lace, riding away from my salvation, back into the heart of the storm I thought I’d escaped.

"We saw you on the news! Everyone’s talking about the Red Savior!" I forced my mouth into something resembling a smile and ruffled his hair. "Still kicking, kid. Don't believe everything the TV tells you. I’m out of here tomorrow." "We brought you the good stuff," a girl whispered, shoving a handful of crumpled, colorful hard candies into my palm. "The Don gave them out to celebrate the Savior. We saved the cherry ones for you. They’re the best." The sugar hit my tongue, cloyingly sweet, a stark contrast to the bitter metallic tang that had lived in my throat since the Wall. I hugged them, their small, warm bodies a brief shield against the reality waiting outside.

It’s an awkward thing on me being worried too much to a woman whom I never met and known. “What the hell I’m doing. It’s an awkward thing on me being worried too much to a woman whom I never met and known in my life. Damn! Why would I waste my time helping a totally stranger woman.” He whispered and he stood up and was about to leave when a doctor came out from the room where the woman they helped was. “ Mr. Richard the woman you brought here is stabled now and out of danger. She is still unconscious due to the trauma she had been in her head. But don’t you worry I assure you that she will regain her consciousness within twenty four hours.” the doctor said.

“Yes. Please.” He let out a satisfied groan, and I waited for an immediate ravishing. But it never came. Instead, he placed his hands on my hips and tugged me back into him. My backside met his crotch, and the semi he was sporting rubbed against me deliciously. I reached behind me with one hand, sinking my fingers in his hair, and started moving my hips in time to the slow trance music playing in this room.

Charity wraps an arm over her back and Saige begins to stand. Charity isn’t strong enough to hold on and it takes three more tries before she finally pulls herself across Saige’s back. It’s not ideal, her arms are hanging off one side and her feet the other, both dragging on the ground. Saige will have to move more slowly so we don’t hurt her or have her fall off. As soon as Saige stands, I feel Charity’s weight sink into her back, and I know she’s fallen into unconsciousness. ‘Okay, Saige, it’s up to us to save her,’ I tell my wolf.

“Babe, I love you, but when have I ever taken it easy? It’s not in my character.” “Touché. So, who’s the target?” Someone’s chair squeaks as they slide back. To my right, Anders scooches into place from his own table. He blended in so well I didn’t even notice him there. Klaus steps forward, too, disguised as our waiter. Since we’d started working with rather than against Interpol, I hadn’t seen them. A lesson I need to remember: Pay attention at all times.

he growled forcefully back at me and I rolled my eyes. "A pereche is your soulmate, you big oaf," I snapped back and shook my head. A loud thump is heard on the roof of the vehicle and large talons broke through the metal and started peeling it back. I looked up at Everett and Silvar smiling down at me. Silvar plucked me from the back seat, breaking my cuffs and Everett twisted Jacob's head off his body. The vehicle rolled to a stop further down an embankment. I glanced around and knew there were others monitoring this entire thing.

And now he is gone along with our son and our pack. Why was I the only one to survive? I don’t understand. Why did the moon Goddess keep me alive? “GABRIEL” I begin screaming, “My beautiful son.” I cried out. I hear the door open. Then a woman’s voice, “Yes, Alpha...” When she saw how distraught I was being, she put something into my IV as a calm feeling then darkness came over me.

She was swaying her body with soft music playing in the background. I walked towards her as I held her waist; she laughed, those beautiful deep blue eyes crescent when she laughed. Her melodious laugh is so contagious that I didn’t know that I was laughing too. I really don’t want to wake up from this dream. But God really doesn't want to see me happy. All the windows in the room shatter on their own, the glass piece falling on us as it pierced our skin. Blood started to ooze out as I held her in my embrace, trying to save her.

Oh, Gia, from the flying pan, right into the flaming fire! "You are fucking crossing the line now, you bitch. I was planning on ending your miserable lives together as I listen to your painful words of goodbye, but I can still choose to blow your empty brain right this minute. I will lose nothing, you know? I..." "I don't think so, boss, Ejay." A voice comes from the door, making us both turn to see who it is. ‘Savior!’ I murmur to myself as this filthy dog gets off me. Can I kneel down for a minute and thank the heavens? I guess heaven is not actually silent on me.