روايات وقصص ضمن The Price Of Salvation

Stefan's words carried deeper meaning. Zac frowned deeply. "Dr. Powell, what do you mean? Are you trying to jack up the price?" Stefan chuckled. "Jack up the price? How could this be called jacking up the price? This is the cost you should pay—the price for saving your lives and keeping me silent about your secrets. Isn't that reasonable?" Gwyneth knew this wasn't the time to negotiate with Stefan. This money was a necessary sacrifice to escape smoothly, so she quickly cleared her throat and chimed in, preventing Zac from speaking more nonsense.

“Private nurses and twenty-four-hour medical staff. All expenses fully covered.” Silence slowly settled across the room. For the first time in months, the numbers no longer felt impossible. Three hundred thousand dollars. Gone. No more loan applications, no more calculating overdue payments at three in the morning, no more pretending everything was fine while secretly wondering how much longer her mother’s condition could continue worsening before time finally ran out. Salvation suddenly stood directly in front of her. Close enough to touch. All she had to do, was agree. Across the sofa, Sophia watched quietly with detached amusement while Ethan remained silent beside her.

He could only exchange the pill for the Cockatrice Orb on his teacher’s behalf. “Teacher, don't worry, I’ll definitely get the job done.” Preston seemed very serious and cautious. Sandra looked at them curiously. She did not know what they were talking about, but their actions were weird. Sandra rudely approached them to see what they were doing. “Is this the Stein family's potion?” Sandra did not see the item in Preston’s box, but she saw the potion in his hand. That was a treasure! The potions sold in Salvation Pharmacy were very expensive but very effective too. A box of healing potions would cost at least one million.

"Baby girl, time isn’t on your side—you should know that." I stood up, forcefully wiping my tears away. “You just have seven hours left to save your son's life, Myla.” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, chilling whisper. “ Do this simple thing, and I’ll tell Sophia to release them. It's a promise.”

Mr Sky suggested. " What? You guys want to discuss ways you wanna die? Fine by me." Not waiting anymore he went inside and they followed his lead. He was quite happy of how they were trembling in fear of him. It made him feel superior, like a god and that was practically feeding off their fear. " I'm pretty sure we can come to a reasonable understanding. Like I had already explained my Betas didn't mean to kill your sister. She attacked the pack with a bunch of rogues. We didn't even know it was your sister." Alpha Matthew explained.

A torch of fire was brought in and handed over to the pack’s priest, who held it up above his head, such that we all had to look up to see the torch burning like youthful strength, and flickering like a rush of adrenalin. “From the gods our souls came, and from the dust was our bodies made, to both we shall return.” The priest said loud enough for us all to hear. “To both we shall return.” We all, who had gathered for Gova’s funeral responded, our voices echoing in the funeral ground. The priest dropped the torch on the funeral pyre, lighting up the corpse, and sparking up a round of wailing from family, friends and well-wishers of late Gova. I felt my tears dripping non-stop, warming up my

my voice breaks off on a sob, theres no fucking way. The man contiunes chanting the same thing but something is different now, "Prințesa noastră pierdută din clanul românesc a fost găsită, trezește-i pe bătrâni și pregătește-te de război. I can feel the pressure start to build around me, seeping inside my body and warming me from the inside out.

POV: Elena I'd been dead. Or close enough that the difference didn't matter. My body was carved into pieces across three operating rooms. My consciousness screamed in agony until even thought became impossible. Then the Mother Below had touched me. Put me back together. Given me power I'd never imagined. But power came with a price. Always with a price. Now I stood among the chaos, watching my daughters argue about who would sacrifice themselves. Watching my children offer to die so others could live.

For several seconds, he just stared at me before he finally spoke, “Because survival always comes with a price.” There it was, I knew nothing in life was free. I straightened, “Then I'm not interested.” The corner of his mouth lifted, “That’s unfortunate.” “I never asked you to save me.” Matthew leaned back, “No, you didn’t.” “But I did save you.” “I paid for your treatment, I prevented a second attack, I’ve assigned security to protect you.” I hated how every word was true, Matthew watched my frustration build, “Facts don’t care whether you like them, Rachel.”

“I underestimated her. Thought loyalty could be bought. But she played the long game. Used me. Used Blackwood. Used all of us.” He looked up, eyes sharp again. “I want her back. Alive. So I can end her myself.” Dre snorted. “And why would we help you?” Salvador smiled, cold, calculating. “Because if you help me get her, I give you freedom. Both of you. No more debts. No more favors owed. No more looking over your shoulders for my shadows. You walk clean. Forever.” I didn’t respond right away. He leaned forward. “Think about it. Your sister, Reina, her treatments cost money. Real money. The kind that doesn’t run out when insurance caps. Help me, and I will fund it all. No strings.”