The Price Of Salvation Novels & Stories

Neo POV Sitting in the dim light of my room, the only glow came from my laptop screen, flickering images of discipline and control from a site not known to the softer souls of our world. "Reform and Remold," the website promised, a place for werewolf alphas to send their wayward sisters, daughters, and female pack members to learn obedience, far from the forgiving eyes of their families. The camp, masked as a reformatory institute, was nothing short of a prison, its programs designed not to nurture but to break.

Finally, gasping and grinning, they collapsed side by side, staring up at the ceiling. **"Okay,"** Ethan said, voice shifting into something more serious. **"We need to talk about reality."** Vivian exhaled slowly. **"Let me guess. Rent, food, jobs, life?"** He nodded, propping himself up on one elbow. **"Pretty much. I’ve got some money saved—enough for a couple weeks. But after that."** Vivian stared at the ceiling, her voice quiet. **"I’ve never had to work for anything before."**

"What are you doing here, kid?" Officer Daniel Miller didn't look up from the stacks of ledger paper as I walked into the precinct's back office. The room smelled of stale coffee and gunpowder. On the desk sat a pile of tributes—thick envelopes of cash, expensive watches, and gold rings—sent by families across the Syndicate for the "Red Savior." The person who was going to walk into the Abyss so their kids didn't have to. "Just taking a look at the price of a soul," I said, my voice sounding like gravel.

She realized that she would spend her last dollars on her, but she would do anything to avoid being taken down to the station. "So, she's not with you?" "No...I didn't know her, and she looked hungry." "And you're not?! you practically fainted I'd guess you haven't had lunch? when was your last meal?" She was starting to annoy him, he was upset that she would use her last dollars for some juvenile delinquency. He had looked into her wallet and counted her last dollars. If she was running away, today would be her last meal day. And tomorrow she would be digging out of the restaurant dumpsters for food.

I’m getting nowhere, and it’s scary. “Maybe you should put him down so he can talk, Alpha.” Cory glares at Lennox and opens his hand at the same time. I fall to the ground, gasping for air. I will have to thank Lennox one day for saving my life. “I suggest you take this opportunity to let us know what’s going on. Otherwise, I will have to let my Alpha loose and there is no telling how that will pan out.”

"I'm begging you. Help us save him. He's innocent. He doesn't deserve this." Elder Walsh stared at us for a long moment, his eyes cold and calculating. Then, a slow smile spread across his face, a smile that sent a chill down my spine. "I might be persuaded to help," he said, his voice soft, almost a whisper. "But it will cost you." "What do you want?" I asked, my voice wary. "Name your price." Elder Walsh leaned back in his chair, his eyes gleaming with a dark, malevolent light. "I want my freedom," he said. "I want you to let me go. And I want you to promise that you will never interfere with my plans again."

Sophia spoke with pride. “Enough,” Saul shouted. “Seven years ago I met with a dreadful accident which changed everything about me. I almost knocked the gates of heaven and came back because of my mom’s prayers and the money of my father. He shelled out his wealth like water, employed the best surgeons and specialists across the world and got my life ultimately resurrected. If I was born in some normal family, I wouldn't have ever come back and be talking to you at this moment. That’s why I invest a lot in charity. I help people as far as I can because life is precious. It is a gift from God.”

Do you know he went deep into the mountains to gather this blood vine, fell from a cliff, and nearly broke a leg? "The hundred thousand you gave each month wasn't even enough for the medicinal primer. He poured in his own money and half his life to snatch a woman who should've died five years ago back from death itself. "And what did you do? You treated your savior like a thief and worshiped a death-dealing fool as a treasure!" After hearing Dr. Mercer's words, Mrs. Whitmore completely broke down. She slid down the counter, covered her face, and her shoulders shook violently.

"I've got news for you. Teresa got sentenced to 20 years, but the company lost everything and went bankrupt." I nodded with difficulty, signaling him to carry on. He placed the flowers on the bedside table and said, "Keaton was convicted of murder and was sentenced to three decades behind bars. But I had someone to work behind the scenes, and the sentence was changed to life imprisonment." My eyelids grew heavy as I looked down. "This will do. Compared to what I imagined, knowing they got what they deserve lets me rest in peace." Dylan took my hand and sighed. "Why did it end up like this? You're such a good person. Why would fate be so cruel?"

In his words, he said, 'We'll lower our prices to levels you can't even begin to compete with. And now, he'd done it. How in Dreagor's name could Valor Lante Technologies slash the price of the most wanted product in the industry—the Sentinel 12X Quantum Server—from $98,000 to a jaw-dropping $56,000? They weren't even running at a loss! They were fucking running a charity! A move like that was financial suicide for any ordinary company, but not for them. Not for a pack-funded empire with resources so deep they could bleed money just to bury me.