Savior Remnant 2 Novels & Stories

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.

Before the eyes of them all, the monster begins to peel large chunks of flesh off the bone. It throws its head back and swallows them whole, then slams its jaws into a new piece of the corpse. The great Hrazgouls comes over and sniff at the prey but withdraws snorting as they catch the smell of the poison. "Now that's enough !" Saren cries with newfound energy. He gets to his feet and points at the black-skinned beasts. “I am the Savior. I have been chosen to overthrow evil !” With a fast toss of his hand he sends a ball of fire, and the Hrazgoulen breaks, hissing into flames. “I alone have defeated the darkness ! Behold, these creeps are nothing against my power !”

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.

Kristina is hesitant but she answered yes already since there will be no heights anymore. ________

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.

"What is that thing?" I whispered, "A Remnant." Cassian swore under his breath. "Those are myths." "Not anymore." The Remnant turned its faceless gaze toward me. Its light flickered like dying stars. "Your blood hums with the same fire that made the moons. You would rebuild the world. But the gods you defied—they are returning." "I don’t need gods," I said. "I’ll make my own." A tremor passed through the valley, sharp enough to crack what little remained of the Citadel. The Remnant’s wings unfolded, their span blocking the horizon. Each feather shimmered with fragments of memory—wars, births, deaths.

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.

"The Emerald Tower is the relay. It’s the ground-link for the ship. If we can take it down, we can cut off the Hive-Mind." "We can't get close," Silas said. "The air around it is saturated with the spores. Even with our power, we’ll be infected in minutes." "Not if we have a filter," I said. I looked at Sarah. She was standing in the corner, her eyes glowing with a soft, steady brown light. She was the "Legacy File." She was the only thing the Reapers hadn't accounted for—a piece of the old world that had been rewritten by the Grey Flame.

The voice replied, its tone gentle yet profound, "I am a Remnant, a vestige of the universe's first thoughts, its initial dreams. I've awakened with the alignment, sensing the unity you all have forged." Draken, suspicion evident in his stance, asked, "Why now? Why show yourself at this pivotal moment?" The Remnant's voice held a hint of sadness. "The universe is cyclical, always evolving, always returning. With the alignment, old pathways reopen, and ancient memories stir. I am here as both a witness and a guide." Alec, ever the diplomat, inquired, "A guide to what? What path lies ahead?" The Remnant responded, "A path is forgotten, where realms were not distinct but interconnected, where b