Doomsday Sanctuary Novels & Stories

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

Its reinforced dome and high windows gave them a vantage point while the thick walls and enchanted foundations (left over from when witches helped design it) kept the worst of the horde at bay for now. For the first time in what felt like days, they had a temporary sanctuary. Breathing Room Kael barred the heavy metal door with a broken steel beam while Damien sealed the windows with shadows. Serena collapsed onto the padded bench beneath the massive telescope, her body shaking from overuse of magic. “We’re safe… for a few hours,” she whispered.

I prayed to the moon goddess to help me and let me know he was ok. I could still not reach him through the mind link. I hated that I could not speak to him. He could be dead already for all I knew? The omega office was empty when I got there but I quickly found someone who told me to help make the sandwiches. I got to work and kept myself busy until I almost passed out with exhaustion. This was my life now. I better get used to it.

The car slowed down as they approached their destination. It wasn’t a building in the city center. It was a massive, ancient-looking structure hidden away in the mountains, surrounded by high walls and dense forest. It looked like a castle from the old days, but Zara knew better. Behind those stone walls was the most advanced security system in the world. This was the Sanctuary. The meeting place of The Framework. The car stopped at the grand entrance. The door was opened by a guard in formal uniform. Adrian stepped out first, then turned and offered his hand to Zara.

“People first.” Evander nodded. “Yes.” “Seven.” “Yes.” “Do you know how many others exist?” Evander looked toward the village. “No.” Mason waited. Evander’s jaw tightened. “The order kept records.” “Where?” “The seventh sanctuary.” Mason stared. “The sanctuary currently collapsing into a mountain?” “Yes.” “Excellent.” “I realize that isn’t helpful. “It is not.” “There may be copies.” “Where?” Evander hesitated. Mason closed his eyes. “Please do not say another sanctuary.”

I'm bundled in blankets, propped up in the back of a truck Julian managed to get running, and I can feel the wind biting through every layer like it's trying to eat me alive. "Where are we going?" I ask. "East," Julian says. "There's an old military outpost about thirty miles from here. The Collective's been using it as a staging ground." "And that's where Damon's going?" "It's where I'd go, if I were him." "To do what?" He doesn't answer. He doesn't have to. I already know. Damon's not going there to spy. He's not going there to gather intel. He's going there to kill everyone he can find, to burn every building he can reach, to end this war the only way he knows how—by throwing himself into

DAY ZERO Then another. 06:00 A.M. Sharon looked at the clock. It was still the middle of the night. "What does that mean?" Daniel slowly raised his weapon. "It means the apocalypse has officially started." The facility shook violently. A massive roar came from beneath them and the emergency system announced. "GLOBAL BIOLOGICAL EVENT DETECTED." Every screen changed. Cities appeared. New York. London. Johannesburg. Tokyo. Cape Town. Beijing. Everywhere. People were collapsing.

A series of heavy, hydraulic mechanisms hissed, unlocking the path forward. "This sanctuary was never built to protect a kingdom, Vincent," the Chairman said softly, stepping through the threshold. "It was built... to bury it." He reached out and pressed a prominent red button on the control panel. Far below, deep in the foundations of the mountain, ancient charge points ignited. The core support pillars of the sanctuary began to detonate, collapsing one by one. Back in the prison sector, the children ran in a tight, terrified line behind Lorenzo as the ceiling continued to fracture above them.

It was a place designed for forgetting—a landfill for the wealthy families of Blackwood to dump the relatives who didn't fit into the gilded frames of their family portraits. They pulled their bikes into the gravel driveway, the crunch of the tires the only sound to break the heavy, oppressive silence of the grounds. Julian killed the engine, the sudden quiet of the cliffs ringing in his ears like a physical blow. He dismounted in one fluid motion, reaching down to touch the cold, heavy iron key at his hip. Dominic stepped off his bike, pulling off his helmet and shaking out his dark hair. The jagged scar on his jawline looked stark and white against his bronze skin in the grey coastal light

The woman's eyebrows tightened as she said, "Are you saying that the Skygale Sect is going to annihilate us once and for all? They have the backup in the Violet Manor. I'm afraid that we can't win if we confront them head-on." The old man gave her a cold glance and said, "I've told you to read some books. Do you know anything about The Annihilation Times? The Annihilation Times is the end of the entire cultivation world. All cultivators will go into the Samsara and start all over again. As mighty as the Skygale Sect is, they will be doomed!" The woman nodded slightly and said, "I see. Since everybody is going to die, what are you worrying about then?"