The Salvation Poem Novels & Stories

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But Salvatore, ever vigilant, intercepted the attack, sacrificing himself to protect his newfound ally. The room fell silent as Salvatore collapsed, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and relief. Guida's heart ached as he cradled his fallen comrade, a sense of profound loss washing over him. Salvatore's sacrifice would forever be etched in Guida's memory—a testament to the redemptive power of change.

I belong there I’m an old bird I have lived a long life, and the Dove kept His word I have seen our salvation. Pearl flew off as she followed Stella into the forest still wondering what was happening. Their salvation how could she be anyone’s salvation? She couldn’t even save herself from the disaster that her life had become. How could she save them? What was she saving them from? So much she didn’t understand as she followed Stella through the forest she wondered what she had gotten herself involved in. As they wondered the forest, they came upon a valley. It looked like a great battle had taken place here long ago. The hills around were surrounded with tombs covered by stones. But as they

They might recognize me. We did a never-ending run, till we found ourselves on a cliff. I did not realize that we are out of that dirty, poor town already. I was preoccupied by the thought of never being caught by the armies that I realized this strange man took me to a forest-like place not far from the town. The two armies are still approaching us. When will they surrender and give up catching us? Urgh! “Forgive me, my lady”: I heard the man speak. I look at him. I was very cofuse of why this man is asking for forgiveness.

He stayed silent and he listened to her. "So the way, we all need God. We all need salvation. 'There is salvation in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given among me except Jesus' by which we must be saved.'" He was mystified by what he heard from her. She had him speechless. Scriptures weren't his field, after all. Also, not to hurt her, because he saw how sensitive she was in such matters, he said nothing. Her house arrived and she looked out before giving him a small smile.

My heart sped, and hope surged through me. But I felt my blood stop cold as the figures entered the light. Salvation was not what it was. More of Dante's disciples were involved here. And I was going to confront them all.

It turned out that Sunny had kept painting me in a bad light in front of him. Well, it no longer mattered. After all, one wouldn't believe someone they didn't want to believe. The doctors had to ply Sean with sedatives before injecting the medicine into him. With my arms crossed, I nodded while watching the scene unfold. Since Sean regretted everything now, it wouldn't do for him to die so soon. … The police sent Sean a video clip. It was a recorded statement from one of the seamen who'd saved Sean and I. He talked about how I'd been exposed for a long time while trying to save Sean.

I spat out a mouthful of blood and winced as I turned my head toward the passenger seat. Upon seeing Keaton Rourke wedged between the airbag and the seat, I ground out, "You disabled the airbag, didn't you?" He looked at me like he wanted me dead. He ignored my question, raised an eyebrow, and smirked. "Hate to break it to you, but even with you bleeding out, Teresa will still come to me first." I hunched over in pain, clutching my stomach with both hands. My vision was blurring, and I could barely keep my eyes open, but I still had to defend Teresa Bellamy. "She is my wife. There is no way she would save you before me."

Damiano might be the ‘Italian Devil’ for everybody else, but for her, he was ‘Her Italian Savior’. Damiano never stopped looking for her, always finding her every time she needed to be found. He saved her from loneliness, protected her, and forgave her. Gave her a wonderful little boy. Their hearts, their lives were forever connected in this life and in the next ones. The crooked position of her neck forced Thea to turn back. Damn the cast! Damn the fact that she couldn’t put her arms around him and stay like this forever.

She could feel the pressure of the symbols around her, the prayers meant to weaken her, the holy walls humming with fear. She lifted her hand and brushed her fingers along one of the engraved verses. It was a plea for deliverance. As she touched it, frost crept along the letters, freezing the gold in a perfect sheen. She whispered, “Deliverance comes from those who save themselves.” The frost spread until the verse cracked, faintly and almost soundlessly. Far above, in the chapel, a candle flickered out.