Savior Novels & Stories

“Ms. Livingston, we are honored to be in your presence and in the presence of the Great Warrior Child. I am Raphael, Lead Savior, and this is Cassiel and Zadkiel, Saviors as well.” They each nodded in turn, and she marveled at how they were so similar in stature and mannerism, yet each had their own individual style. From suit pants to jeans, dress shirts to T-shirts. Combined, they hurt her eyes with their handsomeness.

“Whether an Erue exists or not is beside the point. The seer told Lucifer that the Erue would kill him and destroy hell.” “What does that have to do with the girl?” I ask impatiently. Fallon tightens his jaw and grits out. “After the seer told Lucifer about the prophecy, he also told Lucifer that the only way to keep the Erue from coming to the world is to destroy its creator.” He looks back at me with a determined glare. “Bree is the Erue’s creator. She is destined to be the mother of the Savior.” My vision blurs, and my body shudders in surprise. Erue is another word for Savior or Messiah.

Sophia spoke with pride. “Enough,” Saul shouted. “Seven years ago I met with a dreadful accident which changed everything about me. I almost knocked the gates of heaven and came back because of my mom’s prayers and the money of my father. He shelled out his wealth like water, employed the best surgeons and specialists across the world and got my life ultimately resurrected. If I was born in some normal family, I wouldn't have ever come back and be talking to you at this moment. That’s why I invest a lot in charity. I help people as far as I can because life is precious. It is a gift from God.”

Impossible. The man who hit my car and ruined my life. Greyson Devereux.

Earlier tonight, after I’d saved the little girl, she had returned with two men who unlocked the storage room and pulled me out. Japheth Williams and Seth Williams, the two famous brothers of Williams Film Productions, had stood before me as I struggled to get up. The little girl I had saved happened to be their family. Everyone in the city knew Japheth Williams was disabled, but I couldn’t tell which of the brothers had stood before me. They kept their identities hidden so carefully that only their names were known. “I saved Angel because she was an adorable girl I couldn’t ignore,” I remembered telling them when they asked what reward I wanted.

“When he’s outlived his usefulness…Papa will know what to do with a loose end.” I stood there, carved from ice. I remembered saving a man from drowning in Lake Tahoe. He had nearly died, and I had given him air until his color returned. I had almost forgotten his face—but now, piece by piece, it all came back. It was Nicholas. None of it mattered. My wedding was hours away. I returned to Sophia, finished my drink with a steady hand, and embraced her tightly. “Remember me,” I whispered.

He remembered a thin back bent beneath his weight, a voice in his ear forcing him to stay awake. Hold on. We’re almost there. For years he had thought that voice belonged to Sylvie. Now the paper in his hand told him what should have been obvious from the beginning. The one who saved him had been Elara. The woman he married was the one who had carried him out of the fire. And he had killed her to save a liar. A raw, broken sound tore out of him. He clutched the box to his chest and dropped fully to the corridor floor, shaking so hard he could barely draw breath.

another child comes up, pointing to Leana and Drake. “Hello, Prince Urien. I’m Alpha Kieran.” He smiles at me, obviously pleased that I know he’s a prince. “So it works?” Maeve asks examining Asmodeus carefully. “I understand you are partially responsible for me being able to walk in the sun again. You have my eternal gratitude,” Asmodeus says. “And considering you’re immortal, that’s a lot of gratitude,” Xander says to him before turning to me.

Rooh's soft voice came and I looked at her with my hazy eyes and my breathing turned even. She is my Savior. A ray of light in my darkness. A helping hand which can pull me out of my past.

A shape I knew like breath. I arched a brow. “And who is this elusive savior?” He hesitated, like saying the name too loudly might summon him. “He is the Lycan King —” “Lucian BloodyMoon.”