Your Savior Is Here Novels & Stories

Adrian Dropping to the ground, I scream at the goddess, “Save her, please?” The goddess stands before me, her form radiant and powerful, a being of light and grace that seems to encompass the very essence of the universe. She regards me with eyes that hold ancient wisdom and boundless compassion, her presence filling me with a sense of awe and reverence. “Your sacrifice has not gone unnoticed, brave one,” she speaks, her voice a melody that resonates deep within my soul. “The spirit of Savage, the uniter of beings and protector of the realms, shall live on in the hearts of those who remember her courage and love.”

As I stood my ground, refusing to succumb to his advances, a savior materialized at the door—a man of undeniable allure. "Talia, I desire you. We could create unforgettable memories together," the general manager shamelessly declared, not noticing the arrival of anyone. "I am sorry, but I can't, sir," I replied, my voice quivering with defiance. Little did I know that salvation was about to arrive at my doorstep. "Oh! Long time no see, Brian!" the man's voice carried a hint of familiarity, a lifeline in that perilous moment.

My dream-me’s voice echoed in my head exactly when I needed it. "He’ll come for you at the moment of your death… your savior." Oh. Oh. Was this him?

“Gage.” “Good girl. Call for me,” he rasps, still teasing my nipples with his fingers, prolonging the roil of harsh tugs and mighty twists beneath my belly button. Release. It’s never-ending and it’s so deep, so wild, so necessary. “Call for your man.” My man. Yes. In that moment, I commit blasphemy. Because I pray to him. I pray to this man, recognizing him as my new savior. The one whose touch holds me in such a deep thrall that I can’t reason or breathe. “…thy kingdom come…thy will be done…”

“Go away! I’m not even tasty! I have no meat! I’m all skin and bones and crippling social anxiety! AHHHH!” My mind, in its panic, reached for the divine. Or, more accurately, every divine being I could vaguely recall. “Hail Mary, full of grace. Oh God, it’s so fast! Our Father, who art in heaven please let there be a tree! Hare Krishna, Hare Rama! Buddha, lend me your speed! Oh, mighty Zeus, smite this beast! Thor, I need your hammer! Someone! Anyone!” And then I saw him. A figure up ahead, leaning against a lamppost, shrouded in a grey hoodie with the hood pulled up. I didn’t care if it was a vigilante, a serial killer, or an off-duty elf. He was a potential savior.

"I am sorry, baby. I am so sorry." "You aren't God, Evan. But you still saved me. You will always be my saviour. No matter what. You will always be my light at the end of the tunnel, as I am to you. Forever." "You will always be my saving grace too. Forever."

"Jessica was looking for a trophy. Serena was just looking for a way out." Silas blinked, a slow, mechanical movement that felt a second too long. He leaned against a server rack, his hand trembling as he gripped the frame. "Serena... right. The silver one. The Savior." He paused, a look of profound, hollow confusion crossing his face. "Remind me again, Aria. Why is she the Savior? My logs... the entries keep turning into white noise."

] "Well, that just shows how stupid you were, because I could never love a creature like you. I only hate you because you separated me from the love of my life and my savior." [Savior?] Deborah looked at him confused. "That's right. Sophia was the one who saved me when I had that horrible accident in my childhood." ["What are you talking about? I was the one who saved you then.]

I prayed my baby would withstand whatever was coming. I apologized as I prayed to the Moon Goddess for her strength and protection. This pup deserved to live, and I was not above selling my soul to protect it. Before I could feel anything, I heard a roar and opened my eyes to see Matt sailing through air, leaping on the man about to attack me. He had arrived. He was here and he was protecting me. Everything would be alright. We were safe.

is all my saviour said before I blacked out for good. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *