Savior Remnant 2 Novels & Stories

I murmured, my voice cracking just enough to let the ache spill out, "I know you're worried about me. But now that Darren's gone, I don't have anyone by my side. I can't lose you again." He went rigid, then jabbed a finger up at the camera bolted above his head, not even turning to look at me. "You still have that little rascal." The lens whirred, shifting side to side, zeroing in on me with a mechanical hiss - Seth's eyes in steel form, squinting like they did when he was pissed. I sighed, the weight of it all sinking into my ribs. "I just came back from Genus X," I said, forcing the words out. "Met an amazing scientist, Ryan Sawyer. His team resurrected direwolves - agents of memory, ancie

And the electricity is back, that's why I put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. Then the three of us decided to go back to the backyard patio... As we were walking back, I heard Hestia screaming. "HECATE!!! HELP ME!! PLEASE!! HECATE!! I NEED YOU!!! PLEASE SAVE ME!!!" Hestia screamed. Dread and fear consumed my whole body, and the three of us immediately ran toward the backyard. I look around and I can see Liam on top of Hestia, and Hestia is fighting Liam. "HESTIA!!"

A mixture of gratitude and embarrassment settled within her as he gently wiped away her tears, creating a unique connection between two souls traversing through the unexpected twists of fate. The hazel eyes that had witnessed much silently communicated a profound understanding, leaving Hiya to contemplate the depth of compassion that had unexpectedly entered her life. She lowered her gaze, and he continued, "I am sorry... I know I shouldn't have done this, but you were crying nonstop for a long time, and I couldn't resist.” --------------------

"Look up at the sky and you’ll see a huge shadow. That's the entity that reset the whole world. He wiped out half the human population. He's called the Creator, but better known as the Destroyer. What we need to do now is eliminate him. If we succeed, the people who vanished may be able to return." "Him?" "Yes, that's him. Remember Remy, never give up hope. We have a chance at winning this. Jerome, Strider, Sage, and Sylvia are all still alive, and I'm going to need all five of you to work together in the future. But before that, you have to protect yourselves and your fellow citizens.”

Arizer states "Well what we didn't know until last night is that there is something that is needed specifically for the vampire ritual. As the vampire body is techincally dead we need this amulet as one of the pieces of the ritual." "Let me guess we don't know where it is?" "Yes and no. We don't no specifically where it is, but we know it is in Brazil. So before we meet the vampire we need to get the amulet." "Why do we have to go get it, Keira isn't exaclty up to much at the minute now is she." "The scroll says that only the one with all the powers can touch the amulet or they will perish." "OK well that is one good reason for me to go.vWhen do we need to set off?"

My shoes hit puddles of ash-colored water, the ground slick with mud and something darker. Bodies. Six, maybe more, sprawled across the gravel, eyes still open. My men. My people. “Boss!” someone yelled. One of the survivors, crawling from behind a wrecked truck. His leg was bleeding, his voice hoarse. “They came from nowhere. Masks. Automatic rifles. We didn’t even get a warning.” “Where’s the product?” I shouted. He pointed weakly toward the warehouse. “Inside… some still there. Most gone.” I didn’t wait.

crater of shattered reality."The conversation was a tangle of controlled hysteria. The stakes were infinitely high, and they all knew it. Sama, their greatest asset, was also their greatest risk. Her aura, an effect of her virtually unlimited psychic potential, was a storm without a lighthouse, a scream without a hush. It was the embodiment of her soul, and it was ready to kill everything."I need you to say what's happening," Sama's voice, strained and splintered, came across the intercom. "I can sense the walls of the room collapsing. It's as if my mind is splintering.""Stay with us, Sama," Dean said, his voice soft, a lifeline to hold on to in the storm. "We have an antidote. His name is

"They are always active. I think they are going to be runners. Athletes. They never stop moving." "Or they are going to be CEOs. Restless and driven, like their mother." I smiled in the darkness. "Maybe both. They can be whatever they want to be. I am going to make sure they have that chance." He was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "Solomon thinks we will have a location on the server by the end of the week. Once we know where The Remnant is operating from, we can move against them." "And then?" "And then we end this. For good this time."

The sound vibrated through the floorboards and into the marrow of his bones. "It is a glitch in the blood link!" The Priestess of the Eastern Sector's voice cut through the chamber. Her gold serpent mask shimmered under the flickering lights. "The Recall command was absolute. Her DNA is hard-coded into the clock's core. She should have been pulled back to her bed the moment the gear turned." "Something blocked it." Valerius's voice was low, venomous. A thin trail of blood leaked from his nostril the price of forcing a temporal reset. He wiped it away with his sleeve, his eyes never leaving the massive interlocking gears above him.

They were a storm. ​"The 'Remnant-Syndicate' is over, Valerius," Rhea said, stepping over the wreckage of the console. She didn't kill him. She didn't need to. The man was already a ghost of a dead world, a parasite without a host. ​"You’ve ruined the balance," Valerius whispered, his blue eyes fading. "Without the 'Archive', the world will become... unpredictable. It will become... wild." ​"That’s the point," Rhea said.