Savior Remnant 2 Novels & Stories

--- 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

‘’No savior will come here to save me, so I will be my own savior. DEOS IX-END

“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.”**

He drove the broken obsidian blade into the center of Remnant’s chest—the glowing core where the Archive backup was stored. The explosion was silent. A wave of violet energy rippled outward from the double, washing over the battlefield. The Refurbished warriors didn't die; they simply stopped. They stood like statues, their silver armor turning to dull, rusted iron. Remnant’s face began to pixelate. The perfection faded, revealing a hollow frame of wire and light beneath. "The... the investors... will not be pleased..." Remnant’s voice glitched one last time before his eyes went dark. ---

That person kneeled in front of me and wiped my tears and it was enough indication for me that he is not my enemy but my saviour. "Max," he called someone. "yes Alpha" "I have to take her to the doctor. made her sit on my back" my saviour morphed into a big black wolf and Max helped me to get on his back. "Alpha is saying that you should hold him tightly. as your condition is getting worse he has to run fast towards the hospital" max told me. my saviour must have a mind link to Max so that he can pass this message to me. I hold his fur tightly.

Hira was lost in some thought after sitting in the car when the voice of Ahad made her startled. "Ahad, do you also…? What do you think is this Zarmin doing?" Hira quickly asked Ahad by turning herself towards him. "Yes, Hira. Zarmin is the one who is the enemy of Biya. Do you remember when Biya slapped her and how she threatened her later on? You know Zarmin is the spoiled daughter of her rich father. I have a firm belief that Zarmin is behind Biya's disappearance. Because if some kidnappers kidnapped her then they must have called by now asking for ransom. While nothing is like that. So in this whole now Zarmin is left who is responsible for all this."

him. "He thinks he can take it back," I muttered, staring at my reflection. My eyes looked wide, the pupils blown out. "He thinks he can expose the Sunder-Link." I grabbed my burner phone from the nightstand. I needed to know who the real Red Savior was. If I could find the official name on the Tithe registry, I could prove John was a fraud before he even opened his mouth. I’d make him look like a liar on top of everything else. I typed a message to my contact in Officer Miller’s office: Find the name on the Sacrificial Contract. Now. I don’t care who you have to bribe.

I sit back on the couch and Zahara snuggles up to me, resting her head on my shoulder. “It will all work out. You will remember what happened that night and I will be with you every step of the way.” I can feel Sylas come alive in my mind. We did see something, but I can’t fully recall it yet. You will be able to remember what we saw? Of course. I may even be able to recall things that you didn’t notice. What a great benefit to have.

Susan's parents had divorced too, and they had each built their separate families since, leaving her all by herself—she felt all the more lonely during festive seasons. I was the one who married her and gave her a family so she no longer had to wander, and now, she realized once more that she was scared of divorce and didn't want her new family to break up. But it was too late. I called for my mentor for the prayer rites, so my son could pass into the afterlife sooner. When he was done, he looked at me, and then at Susan. Smiling ever so faintly, he poked the center of Susan's forehead. "Even the most venomous snakes never eat their children. After such sacrilege, it's time you become mortal