Doomsday Sanctuary Novels & Stories

Try not to be too distant Don't let your fears control you Stay alert with authentic kisses Filled with love Orion's Belt - Sabrina Claudio (...) Justin "Doctor Coleman, your next patient has just arrived." Amber, one of the nurses at the hospital, informs me, holding the door so as not to slam it. "I don't need to be announced, dear. Justin and I are friends, aren't we?" the short, gray-haired lady, holding a cane to help her walk, enters my room, almost knocking Amber over.

I asked him again after a long while of silence, referring to the cargo truck driver who got us out. "I gave him a vial," he replied. "What's that?" I asked. "His youngest daughter was born without an immune system. She's been on the machine before she even opened her eyes. The vial will give her at least a year or two of a normal life without any tube connected inside her." "It's the first time I've heard of it," I replied. "The effect of the 12th and last Death Wave, Doomsday, has remained on Earth ever since. At least 1 out of every 10 children is born missing a system that would supposedly help them survive on their own."

At that moment a certain person came to her mind and she had to ask the question that suddenly began to plague her mind. "What...What happened to Demonya?" Jayden rose from the sofa and walked towards the window. Alicia looked at him and could tell by his body language that she wasn't going to like his response. "After you went into that coma a war erupted. The Syndicate and its allies launched an assault against the Federation." Alicia held back a gasp as she struggled to wrap her mind around what she was hearing. "So, what happened?" "The war turned in our favor two years ago and when that happened the Syndicate retreated into deep space. Demonya's flagship was one of the many that escaped

Every clang of his boot echoed through the tunnel like gunshots. "Does she always move this quietly?" he muttered about Null ahead of us. "She's half ghost. She's forgotten how to make noise." We emerged at the edge of the old ridge. Snow whipped across the cracked mountain trail. Far below in a canyon sliced by time and war, a black dome lay half-buried in rock. It looked like a scar that never healed. Sanctum. My breath caught. Even from here, I could feel it humming. Alive. Waiting.

in the sky held the power to snuff out a city with a song. "It’s a total social blackout," Emma whispered, her hands shaking as she scrolled through the feeds. "Religious cults are claiming the Apocalypse has begun. Stock markets have flatlined because no one cares about currency when dragons might be real. The 'Terrified Awareness' is hitting Stage Four." By the time the shuttle reached the "Zenith Sanctuary" - the LNI’s fortified headquarters in the St. Louis Arch - the world’s governments had stopped trying to shoot them down and started trying to dial their number.

“Then help me stop it.” The Sovereign looked toward the abyss beneath them. For several seconds she remained silent. Then finally— “There may be one way.” The cavern trembled again. “But if we fail,” she whispered, “the entire sanctuary dies with us.” Far above, Kael helped Aria through the collapsing corridors while emergency evacuation continued across the upper sanctuary sectors. Fires burned through several alliance halls now while corrupted wolves attacked anyone crossing the lower districts. The sanctuary had become a battlefield. Not between enemies. Between sanity and corruption.

The silence of the high altitude pressed in on the windows. Garrett opened the door. A blast of freezing wind hit me. "Get out," Garrett ordered. I climbed out. My legs were stiff and numb. We were in a fortress carved directly into the granite face of a cliff. It was not a high-tech facility. It was a brutalist structure of concrete and rusted iron. It looked like a prison built for the end of the world. Snow swirled around the guard towers where snipers watched the perimeter. "Welcome to the Sanctuary," Garrett said.

I tuned the dial, searching for any government or military frequency. Static. More static. Then— “This is the Colorado National Guard, 142nd Brigade. Identify yourself.” I almost cried with relief. “This is the Aspen Sanctuary. I’m Dr. Scarlett. We are under zombie attack and require immediate extraction.” A pause. “Please repeat your location.” “The Aspen ski resort, the converted sanctuary. Coordinates are—” “Hold on.” The voice turned cold. “You mean the location we've marked as a Red Zone?” “Red Zone? What does that mean?”

They were Silverbacks who hadn't been warriors, but healers and scholars. Marcus, listening from the front seat, chimed in. He said the Sanctuary wasn't a myth. He told them it was a convent like estate on the outskirts of the Blackwood Forest, about fifty miles east of the city. It had been officially listed as an asylum for "spiritually afflicted" pack members during the purges. He said everyone assumed the inhabitants had been executed decades ago.

Samantha POV The Sanctuary did not explode. Which, frankly, felt rude. After everything—Silas ripping reality like a cheap zipper, Sébastien emotionally detonating centuries of unresolved trauma, me discovering I could rewrite metaphysics like deprecated code—I had expected at least a small collapse. A chandelier falling. A wall melting. Something cinematic. Instead, the Sanctuary did what all terrifyingly competent systems do after a catastrophic event. It rebooted. Soft gold light replaced the angry red. The crystalline veins dimmed to a warm, steady pulse. Somewhere deep in the manor, something chimed—polite. Cheerful. Like a server confirming that yes, the apocalypse had been successfull