Your Savior Is Here Novels & Stories

A woman wearing a white dress asked in caring tone as she came near to her and checked her IV. “Yes a bit dizzy.” She answered. How do I got here? She asked the nurse “You are lucky that Mr. Richard found you earlier. He was the one who bring you her.” The nurse replied. “Who is Mr.Richard? she asked. The nurse was about to answer when the sliding door of her room opened and a smilling face of man popped. He was wearing a white gown. “hello, it is a good thing that you are awake now, how do you feel? He asked. By the way you were brought here by Mr.Vonn Richard. It’s a good thing that he found you before you run out of blood.” He added.

“And now you are here… our savior in the flesh.” Tears welled up in both their eyes as they smiled at me, and I just stood, staring blankly and confused. Me? A savior?

He whirled his hand and immediately, the logs were on fire. “You’re a traveler.” Mark said. “That, I am. But not just a traveler, my name is Markus but your people call me the savior.” he said and turned towards Mark and gave him a huge smile. Mark went still with surprise. “Yeah, the savior said nodding his head, I get that a lot from people who are just meeting me for the first time, you’ve got nothing to worry about, I’m on your side I think.” “You think?” Mark said with a huge contempt in his voice and facial expression.

"Yeah, she is. Some times I see my mother's image whenever I look at her. And, she is more to me like a grandma. I'd say, from these few days, she's done more than my grandmother did to me." "Aww. That's so sweet of her. I see you're missing her already." "Well, I do. But I already promised her I'd pay her a visit before I go home." Ashley nods her head in agreement. "So, have you found out who your savior is?" She asked, changing the topic. She nodded. "Yes." "Who is he?" "Alpha Xavier." She replied. "I already told your boyfriend, so he promised to bring me here to talk to the Alpha."

she sobbed “Thank you for saving my son. You—you risked your life for him. I owe you everything. My life, everything is yours.” My chest tightened at her gratitude, an unfamiliar weight pressing against my heart. I knelt to meet her at eye level, gently squeezing her hands to reassure her. “Please, stand up,” I said softly. “You don’t owe me anything. I just did what anyone else would have done.” “No, you didn’t,” she insisted, shaking her head. “You’re a savior.” Savior. The word felt foreign, almost laughable. But there was no time to dwell on it.

“It will keep you safe and help destroy the evil that is among us.” “How do you know that?” He let out a soft chuckle. “I may be lying in a hospital bed, but I know it all. As the spirits tell me everything. I know the enemy you face, my dear child. But I also know that, you, the Savior, will destroy the enemy.” There was that word again, Savior. “What does that mean exactly?”

Isabella's pov I was still in a daze when Joseph walked me out of the Sky Hotel and got me seated in the back seat of the limited edition black Maybach. It wasn't until the car started that I regained my senses. In the car, I somehow felt relieved and a bit hot while smelling the pleasant strong cedar scent from Joseph. "Am I dreaming?!” “Joseph Parker, future Alpha of the Parker Pack, the strongest pack in New York, saved me?!” “Oh, my Moon Goddess!"

I need to gain my own freedom. 'My sweet sweet mate. You're my savior, thank you for putting up with me for so long and for being so patient. I love you and Maddox always. No matter who wins, no matter what happens please remember that this was my choice and I have to do this.' I reply.

He simply held the detonator aloft like a perverse scepter, his message clear. The bright sunlight outside the chapel doors was a shock. His black sedan idled at the curb, a beast waiting. He opened the rear door for me. I paused, looking at him over the roof of the car. The madness was still there, but beneath it, I saw a flicker of something else—a desperate, fragile hope. “Get in, Victoria,” he said, his voice rough. I slid inside the leather interior, the door thudding shut with a sound of finality. I was a prisoner in silk and lace, riding away from my salvation, back into the heart of the storm I thought I’d escaped.

Darkness crashes over me like a wave. And then, through the void, I hear him. “Elizabeth!” Sebastian’s voice cuts through the silence. Desperate. Terrified. A weak smile tugs at my lips. He’s here. They all made it. And Sarah… Sarah actually saved them. The voices grow distant, fading like whispers in the wind. Everything gets lighter, quieter, until there is nothing at all. …….. Warmth surrounds me. Softness cradles my aching body. There is no pain here, only a strange sense of peace. Is this heaven?