Savior Remnant 2 Novels & Stories

We were now in the era of the Second Genesis, and the first cry of the new world was going to be ours. ​The Ninth Peak is entering the Deep Static, a realm where reality is as thin as a shadow and memories can kill. As Elara tracks the "Prime" signal, she discovers that Sarah-Prime isn't just building a successor—she’s rebuilding Elara’s father, the man whose death started the entire Ninth Core rebellion. But is it a reunion or a trap designed to test Elara's final humanity?

However, the ruler of the eastern continent would be viewed only as an ant by an organization as strong as North Treasure Merchant. "Sorry for the slight disturbance. Then we'll move on to the next item: "the curtain comes back open and just like before, another pretty maid carries a table with a glass case on top. Inside is a blood red beast core covered in massive qi energy. "As you can see, the 12th item is the beast core, certainly not the ordinary beast core. This is a level 5 beast originating from a fiery level 5 demonic beast, burning cloud beast!" Exclaimed the old man, who took everyone by surprise.

The Kyrexin-X dispersal device. Even in the dim emergency light, its matte black form radiated a quiet menace—unmistakable, unyielding, and ominous. A gasp of joy escaped her lips as she rushed toward it. She powered it on, punching in the override sequence: #7991-Zero-Five-Nine-Star The screen lit up. Relief flooded through her. It had worked. She didn't even remember that she had been concerned that she would forget the codes, it was like an otherworldly energy was inside her, propelling her only forward.

Lisa smiled brightly when she got the order from the control room, "Implement plan burn and destroy." The troops below her all screamed in excitement, the sky lip up as mana weapons got pulled out of their sheaths and activated in a glow of mana. The roars and squeals of remnant spirits matched those of the energy beast horde. A massive slaughter took place as a horde of Thorium Relm remnant spirits rampaged in a horde of platinum and gold ranks. Lisa and her raid team stood in the air above the battlefield, watching with wide eyes for any changes.

“I lost both my parents within the space of a single week, Liora. But when I saw you standing tall in that laboratory… I realised that home for me is no longer the Thorne name or all this wealth. You are my home.” “I have one more surprise for you,” Liora said gently, looking deeply into his eyes. She took a silver flash drive from her pocket. “This is the final data I managed to salvage from Julian’s private servers just before the facility exploded. It turns out that Julian didn’t just steal you from Victoria, Mavric. For decades, he was secretly funding a clandestine network known as ‘The Remnant’.” “Who exactly are they?” “They are men and women who were once victims of Victoria’s and Lu

Liora whispered, mind spinning. “The same as you,” the Remnant said. “To exist. I’m a remnant of old chaos. Oblivion will consume me as it will you. Our goals now align.” He took a step, stopping near them. “I cannot rebuild the prison. The first makers are gone, but you… who tend memory and bonds… might forge a new lock.” “How?” Elara’s voice held despair.

Terrible. “You bear the seed,” she said. “Yes,” I replied. “Who are you?” “I am Alira. Archon of the Remnants. Last voice of the Ark.” The Remnants. My heart stuttered. The ancient civilization lost in the Purge. Thought extinct. Legends. “We have come for you, Athena Solari.” Callum stepped forward, protective. “She’s not going anywhere.” Alira’s gaze didn’t shift. “We are not your enemies.” “Your ships arriving after a Dominion attack say otherwise,” Elias said flatly.

Buildings lay in demolished charred heaps, having previously stood strong against many a sandstorm and monsoon. Emma, along with the other Saviors, was up to her eyeballs with healing the fallen. As soon as one was healed, two more would fall in their place. The Saviors were tireless immortals, who kept up their lightening pace of healing anyone who had even the slightest thread of life left to them.

A presence stirred on it. A being with no face, only a hollow where a mouth should be. But when it moved, it spoke directly to her thoughts. “You were not meant to return here, Seedbearer.” Emily fell to her knees. “Who—what are you?” she managed to whisper. “I am the Remnant. That which was left behind when the Tree fell… when the Sky fled… when Varethkaal was first named.” She remembered that name. Varethkaal. The hunger given shape. The godling of void. The fracture beneath the fracture.

I could feel the anger pouring off of Alpha Quinn, seeping into the air. "Alpha Quinn, my name is Ezra. I'm a warrior for the Black Ridge Pack. The girl belongs with us, she is the daughter of our Beta Donovan. She is meant to be Alpha Stone's next mate by the full moon in two weeks." Abso-fucking-lutely not. No, I wasn't.