The Price Of Salvation Novels & Stories

So this… was what our relationship was worth. A hundred thousand was never a sacrifice he’d give his heartbroken and abandoned wife. It was the standard rate for any dissatisfied woman. And it was apparently the amount I’d sold my pride for. Over and over again.

With that, my world came crashing down around me, leaving me shattered and broken. “You shall watch every single person around you, everyone you love die as a sacrifice for your safety,” she declared. The word struck me hard, my heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest leaving a gaping hole that could never be filled. “If I should be dead then why am I here? Why did people save me? Tell me why!!!” I screamed in agony. “Because you can also be the savior,” she retorted. “What does that mean?” I asked, clutching onto my hair in frustration.

Of course, they all looked at Tadhg Walter at this moment. They all wanted to know, could Tadhg Walter, this mysterious powerhouse, know what to do not take action. "Now the announced starting price is one million sentient pills. Each time the price increases, it cannot be lower than one million sentient pills!" As soon as these words came out, there was a silence in the hall, everyone looking at Tadhg Walter, wanting to know whether Tadhg Walter could bid. "Ha ha, I'm really very interested in this Primordial World Spirit Cauldron."

My new existence continues. Alive. Changed. Controlled. Better than dead. But not by much. This is price of survival. This is cost of transformation. This is what living costs. Everything. Always everything.

The world was saved. But the cost was written in every word Elara spoke, in the distance they could all hear in her voice. She had become their salvation. And in doing so, had sacrificed the very thing that made salvation meaningful. Her life. Her future. Her self. The ritual was complete. The war was won. And everyone wept for the victory.

“Who are you?” Asked with my voice trembling in fear. Knowing and realizing that this place is not what it is, I am in some deep world where everything is uncertain. The uncertainty that lies within death and dread. ‘YOU DON’T HAVE TO KNOW WHO AM I. JUST THINK OF ME AS YOUR PATH TO SALVATION. YOUR ONLY TICKET FOR YOUR HAPPINESS.’ Taken by those words, as it is music to my ears and all too tempting to even resist. The voice somehow notices it, as it then once more giggles and asks of me.

Letting her gaze turn pleading. “Are you toying with me?” She shook her head adamantly. That steel blue gaze bore into her. Searching her face but finding no hint of deception. “I’ll do whatever is necessary to save my son.” “Including offering yourself to me?" He queried haughtily. See how fast she is off her knees in answer to that? She visibly paled. Brows shooting up but said nothing. Her mouth moved and she drew a long breath. She'd do it. He realized in shock. If I said it was the price, she'd pay it.

Laurel muttered. “Who is?” Lucien asked sharply. “The Goddess, you got touched by the goddess,” The Priestess reacted with a shocked look. “You have a destiny, a Salvation that you need to accomplish. It wasn't your time,” “You have a chance that I did not, Brielle,” Laurel said with pain in her voice. “We have to end his reign over the lives of women and men that can't fight for themselves. No more persecution,” “Chase? He killed you ,didn't he?” Lucien growled ferociously as he watched tears escape his sister's eyes.

Being with this Alpha must be ten times better than being stuck with Gamma Price. I have to make this work. No matter what.