The Salvation Poem Novels & Stories

The red shirt underneath feels like a deliberate choice, the vibrant color bold against the dark suit, and it reminds me of the blood that will soon be spilled, that will stain my hands before the night is over. “Welcome Mr…” he begins, stretching his hand to me. An unwise decision, I think, as I glance at his extended hand- a gesture to show trust, to form a connection. It's a pity he’s just offered his hand to The Devil, to the very man who will soon be taking his last breath. “Levi” I answer, my voice is calm, controlled, as I grasped his hand in mine. The contact is brief, but it’s enough to have his face imprinted at the back of my mind.

Mae returned to her room, grabbed the leftover wolfsbane from the previous month, and pinned Caspian down before forcing the poison down his throat. The boy's screams ripped through the entire pack house as the poison corroded his tongue and throat. Blood even started pouring out from his lips. Naveah, who was beside them, screamed in terror. Mae turned around and yanked her by the hair. "Why are you screaming? It's your turn now!" With that, she upended the rest of the vial over Naveah's head. The smell of burning flesh filled the air as Naveah shrieked in agony, rolling on the floor.

I suspect because it was my first efforts at writing. For those who may not have had a chance to read the series, here is the list of stories associated with this series in order: Alpha Kate Beta to Luna Alpha Siblings Her Ultimate Salvation I hope you are enjoying Her Ultimate Salvation so far. There will be lots of twists and turns. It is always a process with my stories and I hope you will stick with the story to the end. Like many authors, I believe in happy ever afters, but getting there takes time, some hurts, and character growth :)

"We saw you on the news! Everyone’s talking about the Red Savior!" I forced my mouth into something resembling a smile and ruffled his hair. "Still kicking, kid. Don't believe everything the TV tells you. I’m out of here tomorrow." "We brought you the good stuff," a girl whispered, shoving a handful of crumpled, colorful hard candies into my palm. "The Don gave them out to celebrate the Savior. We saved the cherry ones for you. They’re the best." The sugar hit my tongue, cloyingly sweet, a stark contrast to the bitter metallic tang that had lived in my throat since the Wall. I hugged them, their small, warm bodies a brief shield against the reality waiting outside.

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.

Elias asked, still pale from the ordeal. Dorian read the passage aloud, voice steady but shaken. “‘When the vessel of light bears the mark of the condemned flame, the bulb shall awaken. Within its fragile shell, the sins of the old shall reside, until the day of reckoning… when the blood of many will cry out for a savior. One who is both mortal and divine. The Chosen shall carry the voices of many, and silence the war of all. A forgotten one, Betrayed by love and cast away, Shall rise from ash and ruin, Wielding sorrow as a blade, To challenge the thrones of stars and sand alike.”

"She grafted a god to her soul. Unleashed its roots across realities. The multiverse *itches*." The static surges. "I saved us." ***Salvation is subjective,*** the judge rumbles. ***Let the evidence speak.*** The Apostle flicks a wrist. The air ripples with visions: -A timeline where the Seed's roots strangle a sun, planets withering to husks. -A village of the Forgotten, their bodies melting into oak sap. -The Hunter, fully transformed, his roots devouring the fortress. "Lies," I snap. The Apostle grins. "Are they?"

Darwin was taken aback by the students' attitudes and the friendliness they showed during this time of exceptional festivities. "Don't feel guilty, my dearest classmates and friends; this is a part of our Thanksgiving celebration honoring and praising our dear Lord for the blessings and graces, even though we are not deserving of them. God sent Jesus Christ to earth to reach us and bring us the good news of the salvific plan of salvation from our sins." Furthermore, “Therefore, let us all lower our heads and kneel in humble adoration of God before we continue, for He created the wonderful beauty of nature and provides for us so that we can joyfully appreciate His benevolence to us. “

He was now being accused of attempted murder. Tamashi was only thinking of one line, playing on loop in his head. ‘What the hell?’ —— Savior: Original Story by OneSevenEight Episode: Framed Perspective - Part 1

Beneath all that callous attitude, I know there's a sweet soul waiting to be unleashed. But how do you save someone who doesn't want to be saved? M