Savior Novels & Stories

“But that is not who you are.” I stiffened. “What do you mean?” He crouched before me, eyes glinting. “You are Nyira. Do you know what that means?” I shook my head. “It means savior,” he said simply. “The one chosen to heal what has been broken. The name belongs to legends older than packs, older than crowns. And when I look at you, I see her shadow reborn.” My throat tightened. “I’m no savior. I’ve made too many mistakes…”

Liam made small baby sounds, and Adrian took him gently from Savannah’s hands. “Hey, champ,” he said. “Did you behave for mommy today?” Savannah smiled. “He was an angel.” Adrian kissed the baby’s forehead, then looked at Savannah again. “You know, I thank God every day for bringing you into my life.” She smiled softly. “I should be the one saying that, Adrian. You saved me when I had no hope left.” He shook his head. “No, Savannah. You saved me. You gave my life meaning again.”

Letitia blushes in embarrassment and looks away immediately. "No, I am not. Don't assume everything, Mr. Savior." The guy's eyes widened after hearing it and began to blush. "Anyway, thank you for saving me that time. If it weren't for you maybe the god of death took my soul and brought me to his place." The guy laughs after hearing it. "It is nothing."

His glowing eyes grew brighter. Red light flickered around his small hands like tiny sparks. I stared in shock. Orion slowly pushed himself up from the rubble behind us. He looked just as shocked. “The fire is answering him,” he said. My brain struggled to understand. “He’s just a child,” I said weakly. But deep inside me I remembered the prophecy. Savior. Or destroyer. The creature began walking toward us again. Slow. Hungry. “Yes,” it said softly. “That is exactly why I need him.”

“Disaster disasters is about to strike. Be prepared, a blood bath is about to come. The gods have obscured everything but there is just one thing clear. Death is coming.” The seer stood up from his seated position, his eyes turning and becoming normal. Peering into the secrets of the heavens was becoming more and more troublesome. This was especially more ever since the savior was born. The gods did not want to give a clue as to what was to happen. The only way to be safe, was to walk hand in hand with the savior.”

Perhaps our problem on this earth is that most people are waiting for someone to come to fix their societies, instead of doing it. The name of the writer is the godslayer: {evil}. He also ended his book with a paragraph in which he wrote: Am I the Evil, or am I the Good, who freed the world from the prison of the word of God that prevents them from relying on themselves? Am I the "Savior" or am I salvation itself, when the scales change the search for strength It's What makes you count and what makes you one of the scales of the balance ,when you reach absolute power, the absolute truth appears before you, only time judges us to perish.

A woman wearing a white dress asked in caring tone as she came near to her and checked her IV. “Yes a bit dizzy.” She answered. How do I got here? She asked the nurse “You are lucky that Mr. Richard found you earlier. He was the one who bring you her.” The nurse replied. “Who is Mr.Richard? she asked. The nurse was about to answer when the sliding door of her room opened and a smilling face of man popped. He was wearing a white gown. “hello, it is a good thing that you are awake now, how do you feel? He asked. By the way you were brought here by Mr.Vonn Richard. It’s a good thing that he found you before you run out of blood.” He added.

"Jessica was looking for a trophy. Serena was just looking for a way out." Silas blinked, a slow, mechanical movement that felt a second too long. He leaned against a server rack, his hand trembling as he gripped the frame. "Serena... right. The silver one. The Savior." He paused, a look of profound, hollow confusion crossing his face. "Remind me again, Aria. Why is she the Savior? My logs... the entries keep turning into white noise."

I asked loudly but didn't get any response from him, so I just decided to read what was written on it. "Darkness, blood, and death will soon invade our world. Flamis, Glaciers, Baylans, and of all tribes are in danger. Only the Fated Savior can save us all! Born in a forbidden love but was blessed with four great guardians as protectors. We must find her!" I shifted my gaze back at Cool after reading the page containing their so-called 'prophecy'. "So, how does this explain everything?" I asked with a doubtful look. "Simple. You are the Fated Savior and I am one of your guardians. Do I need to tell more?" He answered with a cold

“My name is Cayden Holstin. I am the son of Angel Holstin. Does that name mean anything to you?” “The Guardians.” “He’s the son of a Guardian.” “That makes him an Alpha.” “He’s not like others.” “Guardians won’t hurt us.” “Why is he with Sir Dragon Grumpy Pants?” I frown and turn back to the others. “Who is Sir Dragon Grumpy Pants?” I notice that the three men all glance at Orsid, but he shrugs. I turn back to the sprites that are still flittering far enough away that I can only see their light, not their little bodies.