Saviors Of The Universe Novels & Stories

I prayed my baby would withstand whatever was coming. I apologized as I prayed to the Moon Goddess for her strength and protection. This pup deserved to live, and I was not above selling my soul to protect it. Before I could feel anything, I heard a roar and opened my eyes to see Matt sailing through air, leaping on the man about to attack me. He had arrived. He was here and he was protecting me. Everything would be alright. We were safe.

"You're my best friend, Sky. My life would be one dull mess without you." My cold heart warmed. Adam was the universe's gift to make up for the crappy hand it'd dealt to me. I was usually alone with my thoughts most of the time. They weren’t just disturbing on some nights, but pure torture. Sometimes my mind would wander to things it shouldn’t. I tried with all my might to censor it but it never worked. I didn’t have many friends - by choice. I didn’t like sharing these scary parts of myself with anyone and getting emotionally involved. I’m sure I had spared many people the pleasure of my ominous company. But Adam - he was an exception. He didn’t know about my dark secrets, but he would unkn

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.

The nexus quivered with uncertainty, and a resonating hum filled the cosmic expanse. Suddenly, the spectral figure turned towards me with an urgency in its gaze. "Beware," it whispered, the words echoing through the cosmic corridors. Before I could comprehend the warning, the anomaly surged forward, unraveling the carefully woven threads of destiny. The nexus convulsed, timelines colliding in chaotic convergence. The guardian, a beacon of cosmic wisdom, faced the anomaly with unwavering resolve, sacrificing itself to shield the delicate balance of existence.

"Why does it hurt so much if I’m supposed to be a savior?" "Savior?" The physician let out a sharp, jagged laugh that dissolved into a violent coughing fit. "Valerius doesn't want a savior. He wants a containment vessel. You are a biological scrubbing pad. Once you’re full, you don't 'save' anything. You just become a walking plague bomb."

"Long live the humans." The Final Horizon The Earth had survived the Eraser, the Auditor, and the Trinity. They were in a new part of the galaxy, surrounded by the remnants of the Architects who had built the universe. They were no longer a "Project" or a "Calculation." They were a Story.

A waiter gasped in horror and covered his mouth. “Oh my God, there’s so much blood! Is she… having a miscarriage?” Lucy looked at the blood underneath her and wailed. “My baby! You’ve killed my baby! You killed our child for the sake of those two wretches!” Murray’s face flushed in panic. He quickly turned to explain to me. “I swear, it’s not mine! I used protection every single time! There’s no way she got pregnant by me. It has to be Craig! I saw him forget once!”

"Someone... someone is broadcasting a maximum-level distress signal directly to the Creator's frequency." "The Creators?" Sebastian frowned, a cold, calculating edge returning to his voice. "The 'gods' we saw at Pluto and Zenith Prime were already corrupted or slaughtered by the Void Sovereign." "No... those were just the Empire's soldiers," Harper cried out. A single tear of blood rolled down her pale cheek, glowing white in the dim room. When she spoke again, her voice sounded like an ethereal chorus of a thousand desperate souls. "It’s The Prophets. They are the original Architects. The true civilians and the heart of the Golden Empire. They have been hiding at the very edge of the known

Damiano might be the ‘Italian Devil’ for everybody else, but for her, he was ‘Her Italian Savior’. Damiano never stopped looking for her, always finding her every time she needed to be found. He saved her from loneliness, protected her, and forgave her. Gave her a wonderful little boy. Their hearts, their lives were forever connected in this life and in the next ones. The crooked position of her neck forced Thea to turn back. Damn the cast! Damn the fact that she couldn’t put her arms around him and stay like this forever.

to seed the stars with this new, vibrant life. At the very edge of the multiverse, Kael-the Sentinel-kept watch. He was no longer alone in the "Great Outside." As the First Wolf had promised, there were others. He stood in a cosmic circle with the "Flame-Warden" of a sun-world and the "Thought-Weaver" of a nebula-hive. Together, they formed the Sentinel-Chorus, a defense line ensuring the "Designers" could never again treat life as a corrupted file.