Saviour Complex Novels & Stories

Because whatever I was involved in now…It was far more complicated—And far more dangerous—Than I had ever imagined. —---------------------------------------

"How dare you? You have no idea what he’s doing for this city! You brought him into your home, you called him family, and now—" "Family?" Caleb cut her off, stepping into the room. He leaned against the foot of my bed, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "He’s a defect who staged a fake suicide to get attention because he couldn't handle Carl taking his spot. You think a 'blank' like him can be the Savior? It’s pathetic." "You monster," Margaret breathed. "You have no idea—"

"No, really. That wasn't my intent. That isn't why I went to the party, and it wasn't why I was looking for you there." "I imagined you would say many things, but I didn't consider you denying trying to rape me," I growl softly, wishing there was an easier way to get her to understand what was going on that night and the lack of control I truly had. "You just keep racking up the dastardly deeds. The attempted rape, kidnapping and holding your fated mate hostage, kidnapping and holding me hostage, attempting to kill Cory, killing your own child, and who knows what else." I growl out loud this time, a menacing growl. "See, this is who you are, the person that people see. You are all these thin

Perhaps our problem on this earth is that most people are waiting for someone to come to fix their societies, instead of doing it. The name of the writer is the godslayer: {evil}. He also ended his book with a paragraph in which he wrote: Am I the Evil, or am I the Good, who freed the world from the prison of the word of God that prevents them from relying on themselves? Am I the "Savior" or am I salvation itself, when the scales change the search for strength It's What makes you count and what makes you one of the scales of the balance ,when you reach absolute power, the absolute truth appears before you, only time judges us to perish.

I opened up to him and he smiled. “This was the origin of all the tragedies. This should have been a life saver but the virus’s study got into wrong hands without the cure. These wicked people then used this to manipulate the entire pack and beyond so they would be able to secure the authority they never had. Look at me, the real enemy of the pack is the leader of the fifth tribe. He might be gentle and silent, he uses the merchants as his aides and carries out his deals through them”, Vincent explained, and I got to see the true color of Elder Damon.

, he asks, sighing softly and she was left in a blizzard. Her brain numb and dumb to distinguish he was a genuine good guy after a bunch of encounters with monsters like man. And the biggest example was her own husband. Fear crept over her as she felt uneasy and nervous, unable to walk in a straight path and doubted everything as a trap of dismay and disgrace, avoiding the good. "Why... Why did you lock the car door?" Hiya's apprehension surged, fearing she might have made a grave mistake accepting a ride from him. As her brain ignores the fact that he saved her and protected her dignity today.

My hope was that, when all that was over, at least some souls would wake up and understand what was happening since the beginning. I had faith in humanity. Unlike your own Creator. And he was angry. He did not admit that his archangel could have given me the free pass to save a soul that should be with him. I changed a life at that moment, and the Creator didn't accept that. It took me a while to understand that, worse than killing a human, it was saving him. Because that wasn't my role.

"He objects to his family's more violent tendencies but hasn't found alternative approaches to maintaining pack authority. He's looking for a different way to be strong, which makes him susceptible to manipulation from anyone who can present themselves as offering that alternative." Victor nodded approvingly. "And his weaknesses?" "Guilt over his mother's death, which creates emotional vulnerability that could be triggered through strategic pressure. Desire for his father's approval despite disagreeing with his methods, which creates internal conflict between duty and conscience." Ian flipped through additional pages, absorbing information that would have taken most people hours to process.

“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!” Seeing Murray push all the blame onto him, Craig was equally flustered. He hurriedly tried to explain to Harper. “Honey, don’t listen to them! It wasn’t me! Lucy’s wild and reckless! She loves having multiple partners at once! Who even knows how many guys she’s been with? That baby’s definitely not mine! “That woman is shameless. She must’ve gotten knocked up messing around with some other guy. That baby in her belly could never be mine!”

My father always told me that this need to save people and rescue them from problems was going to one day lead me in trouble, but I couldn’t turn my back on someone I knew needed my help. You could call it a savior complex, but I called it basic empathy and humanity. “Wait here. I’ll go check what’s going on.” “The boss—” “He’s not here if something happens I’ll definitely scream. Besides, I can be able to take care of myself. I think the woman who is crying will not appreciate the sight of you.” They shot each other skeptical looks, but they ultimately agreed because I was that convincing.