Savior Remnant 2 Novels & Stories

A single line of jagged, bleeding text materialized in her mind, accompanied by a deafening mechanical screech that drowned out the crashing waves. [SYSTEM REBOOT INITIATED.] [Warning: Emergency neural restart requires absolute biological sacrifice.] [To reactivate master architecture and deploy lethal countermeasures, Host must surrender fifty percent of remaining cardiac function.] [Do you accept the Blood Covenant?]

(I believe you now understand the beginning, and now I can tell you the story of Rademos as it were, a unique creation, the first of his kind as well, the one that merged all of Savior’s design into one being and which was why the Lycans believed that he would bring about the end of time). One last detail bears mentioning: humans, as gullible as they appear, have a critical role in the forthcoming Armageddon. Of all Savior’s creations, humans were meant to vanquish evil, but sadly, Abaddon, who was very clever, had been corrupting them since the beginning of time with sin to create more demons for himself.

I felt annoyed. "Please, don't fight, Linux and Allena," Old Remi suddenly scolded us then Linux then face Linux. "By the way, I am Remi, Linux. If you still remember, I am the child that Sabina saved and made me her disciple back then. She died the day Sirus imprisoned you with the sacred arrow and the sacred blue-fire cage that he stole from my teacher. She died defending your fang jewel from her brother. Sirus still managed to get your fang jewel from my teacher. But to prevent Sirus from using the power of the fang jewel, my teacher used her last power to purify the fang jewel. The black power of the fang disappeared and turns it into a white fang. So until now, Sirus has not been able t

He gave her a smile and they made her brave, “Yes, I have never seen any creatures in my timeline. There are no dragons, witches, werewolves, mermaids, or anyone else you can think of.” King Talin chuckled, “You forgot vampires.” Jenna gave a small laugh but then became stern once more, “And vampires. If they do exist, they are not in the open like here now. They are told about in movies and books as myths.” Everyone gasped again and king Rupert nodded, “Yes, which means queen Angela wins this war. This is gravely news. For all of us.”

Save the soul of innocent and be the savior it needs } {Reward: New Followers? (Grandmaster Level), Treasure of Ancient} {Penalty: Failure of saving the target will inflict a Curse of Undead and Tide of Undead on you and your nations} ".…..Wow, that's kinda over the top….by the way, what is a Tide of Undead?..".

Together, hand in hand, we would walk happily into the rest of our lives. [The End.]

Like something lean and starved had turned its head toward us. “Is that—?” I began. Lira nodded once, voice barely a whisper. “A Remnant.” It was close. Too close. Kael grabbed my hand. “We’re leaving. Now.” The temple shook again, this time sharper, like claws scraping along the magic woven through the stone. “Lira,” Kael barked, “open a passage.” “I’m trying!” She drew three glowing sigils into the air. They flickered, spat sparks, and then shattered like blown glass.

“And if you don’t understand where the cracks are… someone will always use them.” Sasha walked to the window. His reflection in the glass stared back at him. Half man, half beast. Half pain, half rage. His phone vibrated on the counter. A notification. A message from one of his contacts scattered across the world. “The Herald has exterminated the last Demidov cores. All hybrids and records have been erased. The survivors… no longer exist.” Sasha read it. Silence. Then he gave a crooked, bitter smile. He went back to the bar, grabbed the entire bottle, and drank straight from it.

"Built during the first century after the Collapse. The Council sealed it off when they consolidated power, but the resistance kept it operational." People moved through the shadows—dozens of them, dressed in simple clothing that bore little resemblance to the clinical uniforms of the medical staff. When they saw us, a ripple of whispers spread through the crowd. "It's them." "The Prince and his chosen." "They've finally broken free." An older woman approached, her weathered face marked with intricate tattoos that seemed to shift in the low light. "Welcome to the Remnant," she said, her voice carrying the weight of authority. "I'm Sera, Keeper of Stories."

“You see me now, don’t you? I am not your echo. I am not your shadow. I am the core of you—the perfect you. I am Savara.” Colton stiffened beside Savannah, his hand brushing hers in a silent plea for grounding. But Savannah could not speak, not yet. She felt her chest clench, her lungs trembling. This figure before her was her—and yet, not her. A stripped, purified fragment, carved out of her own history, standing before her like a mirror too cruel to shatter. The ruins waited, silent witnesses to the moment where memory, code, and blood would decide the fate of all. *** Savara stepped closer, her eyes burning with an intelligence untempered by grief, by weakness, by mortal longing. She move