The Salvation Poem Novels & Stories

Asked the abbess after gulping down the whole content then frowning at the burning sensation. Sarah hesitated. "I don't know." "Most girls here found themselves here through fate and I believe that you are no different. There's a reason why the good Lord has led you here to be with us and I believe we will soon find out." "I really do want to go home. To hell with fate!"

“Drift. I know you can hear me. Whatever it’s showing you—whatever peace you think it’s offering—it’s not real. It feeds. That’s all it does. On you. On us.” Drift trembled. The glow of the Seed pulsed erratically. “I… I saw them. All of them. The others who came before. I saw you. Failing. Dying.” “I have failed,” Clara said. “But I’m still here. I’m still fighting. Because you’re worth saving.” The voice came again—stronger, deeper. No longer from above, but from within Drift himself. “There is no salvation, Clara. There is only what must be carried. He is not your burden. He is the vessel.”

I came again, falling apart in his arms, tears streaking down my face, the pleasure almost too much to bear. He followed, hips jerking, spilling inside me with a guttural moan, collapsing against my chest, both of us shaking and ruined. We lay together on the altar, tangled in sweat and candlelight, the world silent except for our breathing. Nathan kissed my forehead, his lips soft and shaking. “My salvation,” he whispered, voice full of wonder and regret. “And my sin.” I curled into him, body aching, soul full, feeling at once damned and redeemed.

Saviour /ˈseɪvjə/ noun 1. a person who saves someone or something from danger or difficulty. "politicians of the era usually portray themselves as the nation's saviours" (i2. n Christianity) God or Jesus Christ as the redeemer of sin and saver of souls. ____________________________________________________________________ 22 / 12 / 2021 I hear a loud pounding on the door that wakes me up from my nap – I had fallen asleep , and though I only slept for a few minutes I feel absolutely miserable and hot.

And it was in that yearning that his mind drifted, once again, to Lylah. The ache came softly, like fog curling through the cracks of a forgotten chamber. He could see her again now, as if time had collapsed—the stubborn tilt of her chin, the silent fire in her green eyes, the night they’d… The child they'd created. The Promised Saviour. He stiffened, his breath catching in his throat. The High Priestess's words came back to him. As long as he didn't have the promised saviour, all his efforts might well be in vain.

she finally spoke The phrase hit me different than I expected. I had rehearsed threats, steel and teeth, lists of names I would tear out of men’s throats, but she said something I hadn’t expected her to say and it landed like a stone she was not a thing to be saved she’d been surviving long before I ever planned to keep anyone alive for my own reasons. “You think silence is protection?” I asked. My voice was steady inside, my pulse had picked up. “Maybe for you, maybe for now. But if you’re the bait and they come for you here…”

Moonlight began to fill the courtyard and as moonlight touched the men, Chloe wasn't gawking at muscles anymore. The three soldiers began howling, their voices neither human nor wolf, but full of terror and pain. Blake fell to his knees, Joel and Evan writhing on the ground as though they were being burned alive. They pawed at their faces, scratching and tearing at the skin as fur started to appear. The older wolves stood in a protective circle. She could see Arthur kneel, whispering words of encouragement. Whatever he said seemed to help, as they stilled their hands, but their howling continued.

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

i walk over and sit on the couch and wait. She sits there watching waiting, after a few minutes she speaks, “i bet you are wondering where you are?” i nod and reply, “im assuming im dead judging by being in here with an angel.” She giggles, “yes and no, the gods are wanting you to try and see if its safe to bring the world’s together or if they’re going to go ahead and destroy themselves with their hatred of other species.” She takes a breath, “Each Species has their own god and this was decided to let you decide if you want to save them to save yourself.”

His son found his salvation in his love and it was just because of that only person, Ariella Kayzon. Placing his palm over Ariella's head, Dawson pecked the top of her head, causing her heart to warm up, including Kieran's. “Thank you,” Dawson said to Ariella, bringing a smile to her face because she knew why he was saying that to her. He was utterly grateful to her for healing the pain he had given not just only to her but his child and even his pain too. She had cured all of their pains with her hope, love and sacrifices. She indeed became a beautiful salvation for all of them, especially his son.