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?]

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?..".

he snarled, “now.” “The Remnants.” The room went silent. Kael stared at her like she’d spoken a curse. “Remnants are myths.” “No,” Lira said quietly. “They’re not. They’re the pieces of God- magic that didn’t find vessels or anchors. Wild fragments. Mindless. Hungry. Drawn to anything that feels like them.” Her eyes landed on me. “They felt her.” My pulse stuttered. Kael stepped closer, shielding me instinctively. “If they come anywhere near her—”

"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."

he said, a mischievous glint in his eye, “the offer still stands. about changing rewards. If you want two hours of Kama Sutra sex. I closed the door and ran back to my room. Two hours of Kama Sutra sex with a sexy man like Dhiraj. The idea piqued my mind, while I was trying to nap and later when I was taking a shower. what woman could Resist this offer? So I wouldn't resist. And there would be no more role changes between Nav and Dhiraj. I had made my conditions clear and trusted that my train guy would remain Dhiraj. Now, I really needed to focus on other things. There would be internet when arrived in Sudbury and I wanted to have messages ready to send. I typed up a draft for Merilee, atta

“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

--- A Forgotten Path The journey began at dusk. Lena, Cassian, Mira, Dorian, and Idris rode out under the dying light, cloaks pulled tight against the chill. They rode toward the Forgotten Path—a place that had once been swallowed by the Rift now left untouched in the wake of its collapse. It was the only place the Remnant could have hidden. The only place left to search. Mira rode beside Lena, her expression unreadable. “So. We’re going straight into the place where reality is already broken.”

Once we finish our Initiation, we are giving a new name aside from the number we were given on the day we were recruited. Out of the 5 recruited each year, only 1 becomes a GHOST. The devil himself. The type you would send to wipe out a whole city without batting an eye for the innocents within. Born to never show weakness, to never miss a target, to never make a mistake and most of all, to never turn our back on Hexagon. A defense system to make sure they had all their assets in check. Rob Anderson is an asset, a Ghost before he rose higher in ranks and became a Baron, there are many like him, some were ghosts just like himself, now given high ranked works and a team at his disposal and oth

“Then what the hell is it?” The figure finally stood tall seven feet of seething ruin. Its form was not stable, shifting as though it fought to keep its shape. Its mouth opened, and when it spoke, the sound came not from its lips but from the very air around them. **“The Cradle shattered. The Gate fell. But you woke me instead.”** Aria’s pulse thundered. “Who are you?” It turned its head toward her slowly, as if amused by the question. **“I am the Remnant. The piece left behind when the gods burned themselves from memory.”**