Heart And Soul Sanctuary Novels & Stories

I hailed a cab and let us go to the basement club . It was a small club, underground, in a huge office building. The bass was already booming towards us as we walked down the stairs. Josie was right behind me and wouldn't let go of my shoulder as we walked down the long flight of stairs. I was lucky and Marcus was at the door today. He grinned at me and gave me a firm handshake. His gaze went briefly to Josie, who was still standing directly behind me. Yes, that was a different scene than this club where we were together last time. Heaven , or whatever it was called. But here I had my peace. No annoying fans.

One Year Later Location The Borderlands Sanctuary The world didn’t end. It just… softened. They built it slowly stone by stone, vow by vow. Not a kingdom. Not a throne. A home. Far from Crescent’s rigid towers. Far from Red Moon’s bloodstained soil. A sanctuary carved from peace. Silas knelt by the garden bed, fingers sunk in the warm earth. His bond mark was still there but it didn’t burn anymore. It pulsed like a heartbeat.

Chapter 33 – Call from the Blood Sanctuary Ritual drums thundered through Valenfort’s core like a colossal heart beating. Each strike thickened the air, staining the sky crimson. Deep in the Blood Sanctuary, Evelyn walked heavily, cloak drenched in blood, gaze so cold ancient souls bowed. Once the pure-blood ancestors’ holy site — now ash and bone. At the center: a massive altar carved with forbidden runes. Upon it, the “Blood Heart” pulsed like a living creature, radiating seductive, deadly red light.

It was there, in the embrace of the forest, that she discovered a hidden sanctuary. The sanctuary was a place where supernatural beings could find refuge and heal their wounds, both physical and emotional. It was a sanctuary that transcended boundaries and welcomed all who sought redemption and peace. Andrea realized that her purpose had shifted from protecting Jax to creating a safe haven for those in need. With her newfound purpose, Andrea dedicated herself to the sanctuary. She used her knowledge and abilities to create a haven where supernatural beings could live without fear of persecution or judgment. She sought out lost souls, wounded creatures, and those who had been cast aside by so

If I find you, I’ll leave myself, in you somewhere there is my shore. You alone are what I remember. O' my SOUL... _______________________ Since the time I have passed through your door, I have started to laugh freely, You are the most precious gift from God... O' my SOUL... _______________________ The prayers of the heart went beyond the sky, It was then that I got you, O' my SOUL... _______________________ I found my SOUL in you. My world doesn’t exist beyond your arms, keep me here only,

His body fell apart and knit itself back together so many times he lost count. Some of those times, heavenly energy didn't stop until there was nothing left on the altar but a skeleton. But the sanctuary grew his muscle and skin back anyway. His soulfire took just as bad a beating. It got scraped down to one dim little spark over and over, barely enough to call alive. Every time, the sanctuary's power had to hunt down the scattered pieces and put him back together before that spark went out for good.

Together, they designed the sanctuary, infusing it with their love, artistic expressions, and the wisdom they had gleaned from their own journeys. The sanctuary became a sanctuary of healing and inspiration—a space where individuals could explore their creativity, engage in mindful practices, and connect with others on a profound level. It offered workshops, retreats, and immersive experiences that invited participants to dive deep into their own inner landscapes, discovering the beauty and resilience that lay within.

Lyra asked. "We don't," I said. "We open to it." I pressed my hand against the wall and pushed the warmth outward. The stone began to glow, then shimmer, then dissolve. Behind it was a chamber, small and dark, with a single stone at its center. "What is this place?" Marcus whispered. "The heart of Sanctuary," I said. "The place where the first keepers anchored the circle." I stepped into the chamber, feeling the warmth pulse stronger with every step. The stone at the center was covered in symbols, the same symbols we had seen in the library, in the cavern.

Mila asked. “The entire place is deserted. No one is around, no human, no wolf…” Grace mumbled. “Why did you bring us here?” Mila’s eyes were filled with tears now. “Sanctuary,” Grace yawned and went back to sleep. Sanctuary? The word felt like acid to Mila. How could this place be a sanctuary for her? This was her prison. A prison where she had spent most her life. This was where Keats Clan once lived. And this was one place where she never wanted to return!

I couldn't recognize it at all, we weren't in Lockwood. It was an abandoned hospital in the middle of nowhere, I looked at a sign board and saw the name. “Paradise Valley clinic.” Jericho was directly underneath it. “Can you drive?” The dark man asked as he got into the front passenger's seat of a black SUV. He didn't seem to be expecting an answer, so I just got into the driver's seat and he handed me the keys. “Mr. Gordon won't be joining us, he is going on a different hunt.”