Savior Remnant 2 Novels & Stories

Xander growled, his hand tightening into a fist that glowed with the power to shatter the room. "I risked everything to ensure Haxon went to the only place where he could be truly ended," Vane replied, standing up despite the suppression field. He reached into his collar and pulled out a small, embedded chip - not Veil tech, but a crude, self-made neural anchor. "I am committed to peace, Alpha. But peace with the Remnant is a fantasy. They must be cauterized. And I have the coordinates for the surgery." The Prism Core in Evangeline’s hand hummed a pure, steady note - the frequency of truth. She looked at Xander and gave a nearly imperceptible nod. The "Judas" was a patriot of a different kin

She didn't come through. Instead, I was thrown backward. The arm hanging from the ceiling disappeared as well. The girl's anxious voice came from the empty air again. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt? I'm sorry. I didn't know it would throw people back." "I'm fine. Looks like the time-space distortion can only transfer objects and voices for now." After hearing my reply, she sighed in relief. "It's getting late. Go get some sleep. We're friends now. My name's Hannah Scott. What about you?" She asked cheerfully.

They had stopped at Max's clinic to have her checked out by Rebecca and she was making her take a blood test and all the complete works for just a couple of bruises and scrapes from the fall. Ian even called Shani the witch who summons and get rid of Benjamin's entity years ago. Shani told Ian that Blair was actually good without an amulet. She said that her husband's evil spirit had been placed back to his dimension months after their last meet. She apologized for not letting them know. "Mom?"

Hello everyone, Thank you so much for reading "The Alpha's Savior" until the end. I really appreciate each one of you who have sticked with me and my book so far. The Alpha Savior is my first attempt of writing a werewolf story here on Goodnovel and also a part of 'The Blessed Wolf' Writing contest. I would be really grateful if you could give this book a positive review. Also, if there is enough interest and support, I would love to write two more sequels of this werewolf, the first being Esther's story and the second one would be about the twins.

"Do you hear how absurd you sound? Isn't Andrea too delicate for IVF? Or is the mortgage crushing you now? Cruise ship losing its sparkle? You need me as bait to keep him hooked?" The bank's collection calls had clued me in. Steven had been quietly footing their house payments for years. They'd never relinquish such a lucrative catch willingly. Genuine remorse would never be in these self-serving souls. Turning to Steven's ashen face, I said, "Modern medicine is a marvel. Get your issue sorted by pros. I'm no miracle worker." Brent jabbed a finger at me, his chest heaving. Blood drained from his face, and he looked as if he'd collapse in the next second.

And when I see a guy who has color black wings, like an angel, Lyca and I stop for a moment to look at him. “My name is Remiel. I'm a falling angel, and I came from heaven. I have a lot of sins, So I choose to make a place to the creature of God, that who has like me and try to cleanse their soul, but like other places, I have a rule, and one of does was been break by the four of you, And because of that you have to pay for that, And that was what I am doing to the two of your friends, I put them into the world that they are the one who can see. And inside of that was terrifying things like you being seeing a lot of monsters that could kill you while you are inside of the world that I made.

Crossing this desert was a treacherous endeavor. Since stepping on the sands of Zanu, they have been fighting for their lives. Salvay never mentioned how dangerous this journey would be. Then again, he had mentioned little overall. The only thing Sven knew was that Salvay had an artifact. One that could open another door to Lansguard. The problem was that it was incomplete. For it to work, they needed the four gems that powered it. To find the stones required magic that Salvay did not have at his disposal until he made a deal with Sven.

The scroll in Austin's hands had moved, the ink rearranging itself into new words that had not been there moments before. 'The current cycle shows unprecedented instability. The revenant designated Lumira Duskbane demonstrates resistance to erasure. Recommend immediate termination of narrative thread. Signed, the Creator God.' The parchment crumbled in Austin's fingers, turning to dust that joined the bone fragment ash already coating my skin. "The Creator God knows where we are," I said. Riven's sword cleared its sheath with a sound like a held breath being released. "Then we move."

Her name was Calren Voss, exiled archivist of Venara, now rogue prophet of the Red Circle. She spoke softly, as if to an old friend. > “You were locked away before song, before the Charter, before they knew memory could kill or save. They called you ‘Remnant.’ But you are the seed of all remembrance. The wound beneath every wound.” She placed her palm upon the Vault. It pulsed. And responded. --- Part II – Marisol’s Doubts Back in Venara, Governor Marisol’s hands trembled as she read the newest dispatch. It was encoded in Brynn’s cipher, urgent.

He nods, but his eyes are terrified when I say, "They ain't getting you." Akira is standing up and inspecting her knives. "We need to move," she says. "More guild is on the way." A faint voice whispers, "The relic... in the temple... it will bring me back," as the beast's ashes stir just before we leave. A Seraphin relic, concealed somewhere, powerful enough to actually bring Calix back to life, makes my blood run cold. Light flaring, Raymond takes hold of my arm. "We cannot allow that to occur," he says firmly.