The Salvation War Novels & Stories

“This war…” I take a step back and to the side allowing me to sit down on one of the chairs available for the customers that come in and have to wait for the one before them. I look at my hands and then up at her crouched in front of me when I see and feel her hands on mine. She continues with her soft, concerned voice, “Savannah, what about the war?” “It’s not just the humans, yes they are the ones behind it but it will be fought by our kind. We will be fighting our own…”

- Sarah. The unstoppable disease will now begin to fade as the group of Sarah and Grace made the massive action to defeat the heart of the dying number of human race. May their plan to save the human race prevails. Indeed the humanoids are not all bad, there are some who knows the rightious act. But humans must be saved from slavery. The very first thought that Sarah and Grace think but the impossible became possible. Everything will be back soon as the group of space heroes came home. But do they still have humans to save? Or do humanoids win the war against the human race? Does humans are still alive? Does bad humanoids still exist? Or do humans really give up on finding hope in the diseas

I laughed at what Savienna said and so did Pierce and Psalm. "Speaking of Santillana, where is he?" Mommy asked me. "God hid him somewhere." Mommy nodded at me. "They will get Hellion out when Patrick Sudalga has arrived. Let's just wait and get ready." Pierce said. "Better be ready, Sabrina," Mommy whispered to me and somehow I was reassured because Mommy and Savienna were right next to me. "Everyone, get yourself ready. A war has been set. And this will be the bloodiest one."

Pride and relief softened his features. Across the city, Walter Crane hurled a glass at the wall, brandy splattering across marble. “She turned it on me,” he snarled. Savannah stood in the doorway, shaken but still defiant. “Then we hit harder. This isn’t over.” Walter’s eyes blazed. “No. It’s only beginning.” Savannah hesitated, glancing at the shards glittering on the floor. “You’re talking about fighting a war, Father. But wars destroy more than they prove.”

Varian and Liora stood side by side—two flames burning toward the same horizon. Ciro pulled up hospital schematics. Ines traced code patches across the central grid. Bram double-checked weapons with a grim set jaw. “This changes everything,” Ciro said. “Edda’s not just reborn. She’s omnipresent.” Ines added quietly, “She’s building something called Project Salvation. And if she’s already taking over hospitals… something catastrophic is coming.” Varian’s eyes glinted. “Then we hit her first.”

(Hang in there, it’s all coming together now, the bigger picture I promised you). Although Abaddon was able to create a proxy for creation, it wasn’t an ultimately successful attempt. There were quirks to it. It couldn’t exist independent of the nature of Savior, which was why Abaddon was constantly trying to gain dominion over the spirit realms. He wanted to create an army for himself to wage war on Savior so he could get rid of his creator and be the one true supreme being that we could identify as God. The nature of this battle lies beyond the conceptualization of the human mind.

Violet rubs my shoulders once I’m clothed and says, “Gosh, your wolf is gorgeous. But are you okay? Why did y’all come back in wolf form? Donny, where are the rest of the warriors?” He breathes out and shakes his head, “I don’t know. They might be dead. Penelope shifted and Alpha Fletcher and his son found out she was the white wolf. They said the only way they would keep our alliance is if they got to keep Penelope.” I whip my head toward Donovan when he said that. I don’t recall hearing that. It must’ve happened while I was panicking. This is bad news, right? Like, I didn't really want us to be aligned with them in the first place. But... now they're our enemies.

That's what happens in the apocalypse movies," Zylah said with a shrug. Cities collapse and humanity freaks out. I just hope that at the end of this no one will be turned undead. Or, at best, that some dead comes back to life. That statement, somehow, made me sweaty cold. The only consolation of the next day was knowing that all humanity breathed relieved to have gotten rid of a nuclear attack, because everything else was real crap. Miguel and Paul even managed to convince the rulers of our country not to go to war. Both remained alongside the head of state security to prevent him from giving the approval to the war. I didn't know how they found the man's location, if some magic was really a

he revealed, blowing off a part of the compartment for Rachel to see the writings. "They are in poison language, light and darks," she mumbled, translating the words. "Of course there is you," he mumbled and went ahead to bring out a book from the shelves. "These shelves contain all you need to know about the goddess of light and the ones of doom and darkness." He explained. "In this book, you will learn how to summon the one you want," he said and as Rachel reached to take it, he dragged his hands away. "Your turn, tell me what you have in mind?"he asked. "I created a diversion for you,"she replied.

His face looked flushed and I wondered if I had embarrassed him. “Salvador ,” he called. I turned to look at him. “Alpha Demontes has waged war against us and other packs in the past,” my father continued. “But tonight he is our friend. He has agreed to a pact with us which will prevent him from warring against us for the next five years. That is why we have gathered to dine together tonight.” “And what of the other packs?” I frowned. “He’s only making this pact because he knows he can’t beat our warriors.”