All Chapters of THE PROMISED SAVIOUR : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The fluorescent lights overhead cast a sterile glow on the laboratory, illuminating rows of sleek workstations and humming equipment. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and the faint tang of metal. Dr. Ganner, syringe in hand, was bent over Kael, who sat rigidly in a chair, his eyes scrunched up in discomfort.Dr. Ganner's gloved hands moved with precision, the needle glinting as he inserted it into Kael's vein. The boy's face contorted, his blue eyes welling up with tears, but he sat still, his slender body tense. Justine, standing beside Dr. Ganner, watched with an intent gaze, his eyes flicking between Kael's face and the needle. He offered Kael reassuring nods and smiles, his voice soft and soothing. "Almost done, kiddo. Just a little longer."Kael's eyes locked onto Justine's, and he took a deep breath, his body relaxing slightly. Dr. Ganner withdrew the needle, and a tiny droplet of blood welled up on Kael's skin. The doctor pressed a cotton swab to the puncture si

LUNARVILLE CLANThe air inside the courtyard was thick with anticipation and a buzz of activities as a few of the councillors sat on the wooden chairs round the ornate table. Their voices rose and fell in excited conversations, and all eyes were fixed on the door that led into the hallway. "He should be out anytime now..." Councillor Tudor was saying, looking sideways at the Shaman who was seated just beside him. "I hope he has everything he needs." The Shaman smiled knowingly. "He will be. He's had four years to prepare, he won't fail his clan." Councillor Tudor's expression became wistful. "But do you think things will still be the same? I mean, what if Lylah is no longer in New York? What if something has happened to her or the child in the interim? It's been almost four years since Aria revealed her location. We should have gotten to her since, it's taken too long." The Shaman heaved a thoughtful sigh. "You can't really blame the Alpha for not setting out immediately. If he ha

The Uber dropped Thane off in front of a six-storey guest house with a warm, creamy yellow façade and deep, burnt orange roofs. The entire complex was surrounded by a tall, wrought-iron fence, with a security gate that slid open with a soft hum. Thane paid the Uber driver and gazed around, taking in the tranquil atmosphere. A woman with curly brown hair and a warm smile walked towards him. "Hi there! Welcome to Comfort Guest House. I'm Vinnie," she said, extending a hand.Thane shook her hand, feeling the softness against his own rough palm. "Thanks. I'm Thane.""A friend of mine sent word that you might be interested in taking up residence with us," Vinnie said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.Thane's instincts told him to be cautious, but Vinnie's friendly demeanor put him at ease. "Yes, I'm looking for a place to stay for a while."Vinnie smiled. "Well, you've come to the right place. Let's get you checked in."She led Thane into the lobby, which was decorated with plush armcha

Justine's office was a sleek, modern space with floor-to-ceiling windows that flooded the room with natural light. The walls were painted a crisp white, and the furniture was minimalist and chrome-accented. Justine sat behind his desk, his eyes fixed on the door. His fingers steadily drummed a staccato beat on the armrest, his entire demeanor radiating anticipation.There was a quick knock at the door, which opened almost immediately and a woman walked in, followed by a man. "Good morning, Mr. Justine," the woman said, extending her hand. She was a petite, stylishly-dressed woman in her mid-30s, with short, spiky blonde hair and blue eyes. "I'm Rachel, and this is my colleague, Mark."Mark, a tall, lanky man in his 40s with a shaved head and a thick beard, nodded curtly as he shook Justine's hand. "Morning, Mr. Justine."Rachel's expression was professional and neutral as she sat down. "We're with Elite Events, and we're here to discuss the details of your upcoming Event."Justine lean

The conference hall was abuzz with the soft hum of conversation and the occasional tap of fingers on keyboards. The room was filled with an assortment of guests; amongst them scientists with laptops open, businesspeople typing away on their iPads, and academics looking about them excitedly, in their wire-rimmed glasses and cardigans. The hall itself was a masterpiece of modern design, with sleek lines and minimalist decor. The walls were painted a crisp white, and the floor was made of polished dark wood. A 200 inch flat-screen TV dominated the podium, casting a pale glow over the assembled guests.Dr. Peterson Ganner, with a contented smile on his face, stood at the back of the hall, surveying the crowd with a keen eye. He nodded to the security guards stationed at the doors, their imposing presence a subtle reminder of the importance of the event.As the guests settled in, a sense of anticipation descended over the hall. The moderator, a tall young man in his early thirties, exudin