Doomsday Sanctuary Novels & Stories

"Where are you?" "The Sanctuary," he said, sounding as casual as if he were naming a vacation spot. "The original Calder seat. The one no map ever bothered with because it doesn't officially exist. And I have a guest here who’s very eager to meet the woman who torched his family name." The line went dead with a sharp click. I dropped the phone onto the tangled sheets, my brain reeling. The Sanctuary. It was a family ghost story, a mountain fortress carved into the northern peaks where the first blood pact was signed, long before the whole thing turned into a corporate meat grinder.

Malik had watched the Zenith bunker collapse; he had assumed Patient Zero had been buried beneath the mountain, a tragic casualty of the human war machine. But Baraka was not dead. He was awake. "He took the Suicide Squad?" Malik asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous, vibrating whisper. "Yes, my Lord. The reports say he led forty heavily mutated Actives into the foothills of Mount Meru. He is hoarding them in the deep caverns. They are calling it a Sanctuary." "It is not a Sanctuary," Malik hissed, the temperature in the office plummeting as his rage began to manipulate the thermodynamics of the room. "It is a heresy."

Choosing to be something other than pure hunger. "This is not victory," the devourer says. "This is surrender." "No," Adrian says. "This is growth." The moment stretches. Supernatural parent and child standing face to face. One ancient beyond measure. One brand new. Both understanding something fundamental has shifted. And that's when the facility's alarms explode, not wolf’s alarms. Human ones. "We have a problem," Vivian's voice comes through the communication. "The human government has discovered Sanctuary. Federal agents are breaching the outer tunnels. They're coming in with military force."

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

On it, scribbled in rushed ink, were coordinates, and beneath them, two words: “Only truth survives.” They drove for hours, the landscape shifting from dense forest to rocky cliffs. Eventually, Asher veered off-road, tyres crunching gravel. A towering metal gate loomed ahead, hidden behind vines and camouflage netting. “This place is off-grid,” he said. “They call it The Sanctuary. Only ex-agents and fugitives know about it.” As they passed through the gate, Ivy saw armed guards, satellite dishes, and a labyrinth of bunkers built into the hills. It felt more like a rebel base than a safe house.

At this time, Jay suddenly uttered, “The trees were moving in an orderly manner, the mountain sloped slowly, and the roadblocks were cleared. It’s more like someone has turned off the formations in the mountain.” Jay’s mouth curled up into a wicked smile. “It seems that we have really come to the right place. This should be Doomsday Organization’s lair.” Zayne shrieked like a pig. “So, that means it’s time for us to die. Ack, I don’t want to go just yet. The first half of my life was miserable. The second half of it is just about to begin happily. Why is God so unfair to me?”

Alpha Carmen clarified, and recognition washed over me. Alpha Carmen gestured toward the entrance, signalling for me to follow. As we entered the Sanctuary, the atmosphere shifted from the crisp outdoor air to a warm, comforting embrace. The interior revealed a bustling hub of activity, with people engaged in various tasks and the sound of children's laughter echoing through the halls. Abel guided me through the different areas, explaining the daily routines and the importance of maintaining a secure environment. The Sanctuary, it seemed, was more than just a refuge; it was a haven for those who had faced the harsh realities of the world.

"My parents... they're trapped. I need the code." The Catherine-construct pointed to a small, unassuming door that had appeared in the middle of the burning street. It was a simple wooden door, painted white. It looked like the door to a child's bedroom. "The Key is in the Sanctuary," the construct said. "But be warned. The Sanctuary is guarded by the Deepest Fear. If you enter, and you succumb to the fear... your mind will be wiped. You will become a vegetable in the real world." "I've faced gargoyles, wardens, and my own family's lies today," Jack said, stepping toward the door. "I think I can handle a nightmare."

In the next second, the transparent hatch of the holographic game pod slowly closed. Hunter and Monki’s visions were blocked, leaving them in complete darkness. After that, they found themselves in an abandoned and dilapidated building. There were scrapped vehicles and garbage which were swept up by the wind all around them. “???” The two men looked at each other with an expression of shock and astonishment in their eyes. “What’s going on? Why are we here?” At this moment, there was the sound of a system broadcast coming from the sky— ‘This is a warm reminder to the experiencers that this is a Doomsday War experience. The experience is brutal but please rest assured that the Universal Atrium

“Get your clothes up. We are going back to the carriage. I am taking you to a special sanctuary deep in the Duskwild Expanse.” “Wh… where is that?” I ask, my throat going dry. I cannot let him put me back in that carriage. If he drives us deeper into the lawless neutral mountains, Kaelen’s hockey trackers will never smell my trail. My chest starts hammering so hard against my ribs I think it is going to break. If Grandma Selene and little Liora get trapped in that sanctuary with me, we are finished. Sweat starts dripping down my forehead, mixing with the dirt on my cheeks.