The Earth Chosen Savior Novels & Stories

Not as part of a plan. But as something real. “Yes.” And somewhere deep beneath the earth— the core remained. Silent. Closed. Waiting. Not for control. Not for power. But for something that might never come again. Someone willing to choose— and not take. 🔥

“Mine!” They never knew and will never find out that their bond was never damaged. The goddess couldn’t let them fall apart. She just "numbed" them a little. Sarah was the promised one, just as Patrick was the king she chose to rule on Earth in her place. This goddess is more sassy than you think. She just needed a break after thousands of years of looking after her children. And now she finally has one, because she is already in a plane, in human form and her destination is Seychelles.

She narrows her gaze, disappointed eyes holding mine. “The Gods chose you to stop whatever evil is about to fall on us,” I cut her off, shaking my head angrily. “Exactly. The Gods chose me. Why? They may have just ended the world themselves. I’m not anything special. I didn’t ask to be the saviour of our world. I didn’t ask for such a burden. I’ve lived only torment and pain. I’ve never had a choice in anything that has happened to me. I prayed endlessly for someone to save me, and no one came. Now when the world needs saving, they suddenly expect me to drop everything and obediently accept?” I ask disbelieved.

Soon it became so radiant that I subconsciously had to use my hands to cover my face to protect my eyes. " Mia... I don't regret taking the bullet for you... If possible.. I'd be more than willing to do it over and over again. As you deserve it and so much more. " " Why? " I found myself asking. " You are the chosen one, Mia... Just like Moses in the Holy Bible... You have been chosen to lead the people to the promised Land. " " Promised Land? What do you mean by that? " " You've been chosen to put an end to the persecution of Christains in this country and beyond. "

Chapter Forty-two: The Joyful Choice Teddy is gleefully clapping his hands in response to what his father said, and Ernest smiles and says, “God is to be praised. Undoubtedly, the angels in heaven are jubilant about the salvation of one man who has acknowledged Jesus Christ as their Lord and Saviour,” Ernest exclaims, adding, "God is pleased that you chose to share His message of salvation with us. Congratulations, Darwin." "When was the last time you accepted Jesus Christ, Honey? You never shared that message to me or your kid Teddy?" Natalia asks Darwin as they exchange questions.

-He held out his hand to the smaller omega. -Oh, well, I am Booke Taylor of Anderson," she returned the greeting, "his wife. Now," she turned to Nathan and asked, "Can you tell me which of the two has the right to be here?

he insisted, and then turned to me "It's up to Khez to decide" they looked at me seriously as they waited for my answer. I looked carefully first in case someone would break down and give a sign "Let's go" I said and chose the left direction. They did the same they followed my choice. I was in the lead and they were behind me Is this really right? As my breath went in the direction I had chosen life got here it was not just a simple choice if not a serious choice of life decision.

And he couldn't imagine the paperwork that his captain has to compromise for closing several of their paranormal and out of the ordinary cases. "Please sit here, Ian, you can let go of her hand. She's safe in the circle." Shani instructed as she made Blair sit within the circle that she just made with the black sand. She was chanting her words in a language that they both didn't understand. But Blair was calm, so he retreated and watched her from outside the circle. Candles were lit, the lights were dimmed. Shani was back to her satchel and took out some incense and started lighting them as she circled Blair while still chanting her words. The candles flick several times, then it gets bigger

"You are assuming that all portals are the same. Don’t you preach how the world is full of wonders and creatures with different abilities?" "There are stories about Gods who could open portals at will.", Talia added to reinforce Drake’s point. Yasmin frowned. "Are you saying that a God opened a portal and kidnapped my father?" Talia spread her arms helplessly. "God is just a term for a creature that’s beyond our comprehension. Maybe not kidnapped. What if two Gods battled here, caused a disturbance in energies that your father came to investigate and he ended up swept away in it? Unless you have a better idea, we will go with that."

For the first time in days, everything felt clear. Yes, he should have claimed her sooner. Yes, he had always planned to make her his mate. "...No, my lord," the servant stammered, looking awkward. "It's not about Pearl." David's smile faded slightly. "The ceremonial gifts you prepared for Commander Johnson, who's stationed in Texas, are ready. The moon-silver craftsman finished them and asked you to inspect them." The wooden box, engraved with a silver crescent moon, creaked open. Inside lay a moon-silver dagger, its blade gleaming with divine clarity—a symbol of strength, forged in honor of the moon goddess.