Savior Savior Hear My Humble Cry Novels & Stories

"Jessica was looking for a trophy. Serena was just looking for a way out." Silas blinked, a slow, mechanical movement that felt a second too long. He leaned against a server rack, his hand trembling as he gripped the frame. "Serena... right. The silver one. The Savior." He paused, a look of profound, hollow confusion crossing his face. "Remind me again, Aria. Why is she the Savior? My logs... the entries keep turning into white noise."

I wait more and feel his tongue lick my tears, leaving its saliva to run along my cheeks. Is it not going to harm me? My eyes are still tightly shut, too afraid to see that bloody hungry face. I do not hear its loud breath again, I feel a gentle touch on my cheek and it's like the world has become normal. I try to calm my heartbeat, slightly open my eyes, and see Drake. "Drake please, save me, don't let it catch me. You say you are my Savior, please save me…" I whisper in the weakest voice imaginable.

The choir joined her in the chorus again, singing; Joy, behold the Savior, Joy, the message hear, I’ll stand by until the morning, I’ve come to save you, do not fear Yes, I’ll stand by until the morning, I’ve come to save you, do not fear, do not fear As the repeating interlude that would lead her to the next verse played, something about the last four lines in the chorus had sparked deep emotions in her and she felt tears filling her eyes. She knew she needed saving and she was very afraid but she managed to take the third verse in a shaky voice that she saw affecting the congregation emotionally;

My mind cleared.I shot up from the bottom of the sea to the clouds in a single breath dodging the fisherman boat careful not to sink it. Michael and Adrian not far behind me. We were hovering in the sky the humans watching us in awe. What the hell, I landed on the bow in full display to the fishermen Michael and Adrian hovered behind me. None of the three men said anything at first they just stared at us. I took a step towards them. they dropped to their knees faces on the floor. “ No please rise, my Father and Mother have sent us to you. You have lost your faith in them due to all your hardships and suffering. Lucifer and his fallen have wreaked havoc on mankind and installed fear into you.

It takes courage to face and overcome powerful emotions. Remember your promise to me, you said that you love how humble and smart I am and you love how open and respectful I am as well too so why are you stressing me and making life difficult for me? Hear my humble cry, and grant my request for me please my lady does not fail me, grant me my heart desires which are to hear my intention release my guards oh goddess of our time for I have endured for some hours.

And it was in that yearning that his mind drifted, once again, to Lylah. The ache came softly, like fog curling through the cracks of a forgotten chamber. He could see her again now, as if time had collapsed—the stubborn tilt of her chin, the silent fire in her green eyes, the night they’d… The child they'd created. The Promised Saviour. He stiffened, his breath catching in his throat. The High Priestess's words came back to him. As long as he didn't have the promised saviour, all his efforts might well be in vain.

Sierra Belvania Smith… Daughter of one of the wealthiest families in Los Angeles. The girl sitting in my garage was not just a runaway, but she was a target. And I had just become part of the problem. Great!!! Damn me and my bad luck. “I am sorry..” Sierra whispered suddenly. I looked away from the television toward her after I hear her voice. Her eyes were filled with guilt. “I am so sorry for involving you in this, sir.” She said it again. And again. The apology repeated so many times that it eventually became impossible to ignore the sincerity in her voice.

My hand lifted his chin gently, making sure our eyes met. "Sage, can you hear me?" I asked softly. Sage whimpered, pulling his face away from me, his chained hands reaching up to wipe his tears. He looked at me with blurry, bloodshot eyes. “I didn’t betray the pack,” he whispered brokenly. “I did what Lyra said to keep you safe.”

Her this voice is pouring the toxin of fear in every drop of blood. No need to mention that every word of Dhruv has woken up the sleeping Lioness inside her. If a person is humble and behaves gently then Ira is the most down to earth person in the whole world. Whereas if anyone shows their arrogance thinking it to be as large as the Mount Everest then it will take not half a second to realize that Ira's anger, attitude and ego is unreachable to the sky itself.

Yet to refuse… to destroy it all… meant obliterating the last link to every memory, every possibility, every thread of Echo’s origin. Savannah’s lips parted, her voice cracking. “You’re not me. You’re what I was made to be. You’re what they wanted.” Savara’s smile was cold, luminous. “No, Savannah. I am what you fear to admit: the version of yourself unbroken by love, by grief, by weakness. The truest you.” Her hands spread, as though she were blessing a congregation. “Join me, or destroy me. But understand—the world will remember me either way.”