Saviour Complex Novels & Stories

i sat there and wondered what they meant by saving them they don’t need saving. As if i needed a sign i hear a crash and see two vampires fighting at the end of the street. and much like everyone else i headed that way. i realize how inferior we are when everyone else is at the fight and I’m left behind at full speed. One of the guards pick me up and we get there faster than if i just ran i thank him and he just nods and looks toward the fight. i look and see two handsome vampires in a bloody mess. i look at the guard, “are you going to stop them?” he looks at me like i grew a second head. He remembers I’m human and explains, “that is Kian and Klein the twins they are first in line for the c

"I don't know, baby. And that's what worries me." She rested her head against his shoulder when he sat beside her and pulled her closer. Neither spoke again for several moments. Then Hayden let out a long, heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. “You have to understand something about Jay,” he muttered. “He has always had a massive savior complex. When he was an active soldier, his superiors constantly complained because he would try to save everyone, including the enemies and civilians. If his team died, even if it was from a rebel attack, he would automatically blame himself for not being strong enough to save them.”

Then when someone else found me, I was happy and thought that at last, after so many years… I am free… I am saved. But life was too hard on me. I met Ethan Reed, my savior… But I never thought that my savior himself was a devil. He turned me into a sex slave. And again, I was in a cage. I became a prisoner. I reached my limit, and I thought of ending my life. But the realization hit me that… he was not a total jerk. He still cared for me. At first, he was just blinded by his anger, and wanted to get revenge on Andrew, which he thought was my biological father. I can’t blame him, that’s what I thought too. I found out that Albert Morris was my biological dad, not Andrew. I felt mad at Andrew.

Amore explained. “I see. But I also happen to know a bit of your background,” Xavier walk towards her and stood beside the hospital bed, “You are very strong, you know that? I am very impressed with how you survived each obstacle on your way. From now on, I’m your personal doctor. You can tell me whenever you have something inside your head that you can’t get off. I am willing to help you to recover from all the emotional trauma you have suffered. You deserve to smile again, pretty lady. I can imagine the smile on your face will make you prettier even more,” Xavier affirmed Amore. He’s really acting like the professional doctor that he is.

"I sold the apartment in Northwood City. This is half the money. I know it's not enough–it can't make up for anything–but-" I glanced at the envelope but did not touch it. "Clara, I don't need your money. Keep it for yourself. Go live your life." Her shoulders slumped. Her fingers unconsciously picked at the edge of the sofa. "I've been seeing a therapist. They diagnosed me with severe occupational empathy burnout. And something I didn't even realize I had–a savior complex. I kept trying to save other people to escape the emptiness and anxiety inside myself. Even my feelings for you, I treated them like some responsibility I had to carry. I forgot that love is really about choosing someone,

I blinked even more confused. "My SAVIOR? You mean the unknown 'him’ is my savior?" I repeated. " What do I need a savior for? What’s he rescuing me from? danger? Or like rescuing me from embarrassment? Because I fainted today and that was kind of a crisis..." He didn’t respond. Instead, he started fading even faster. "No, wait... please don’t go all dramatic exit on me now. You don’t get to dump some prophecy on my head and disappear!"

A vague sense of unease crept into her chest. She had been standing nearby during his call with Reily and heard every word. Carl's eyes were clouded with something like confusion. "She just said… she was the one who saved me when I was a child." Lucy's face shifted into practiced hurt. "Carl, are you saying you think I lied to you? That I pretended to be your savior? "I can't believe how manipulative Reily has become. Back when we were close, I once told her that I was the one who rescued you. Now she's desperate, so she's trying to impersonate me. She's trying to earn your sympathy and guilt."

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.

“CA-19 prototype test run.” Kara's heart wavered again. A bad feeling began to cloud her mind. She didn't like sitting around doing useless things. However, with the CEO's suspicious gaze, was her decision right? ‘Savior Group is known for being intensive in technology research and development. Could one of them involve humans? They could be looking for people who are willing to risk their lives for a high price for the welfare of their families.’ ‘This Perverted Demon couldn't possibly be making me a guinea pig, could he?’

She wouldn't let people like that run over her people. Exactly that saviour complex had landed her up in a situation with no return at all. She was now the sole target of the man himself, Travis Prescott. And if she had learnt his character well enough, he wasn't letting this go. Because after all, a commoner like her had even dared to speak up against him. Like that was supposed to be unacceptable.