Novel Safe Haven Novels & Stories

“Oh yeah, we would never want to take this from you. What you guys have achieved at Safe Haven is more than what we could have ever imagined and knowing that some of our female wolves and pups now have a safe place to go means more to us than anything else. Not everyone is lucky to find their mate, some are forced into bonds that they never wanted. Or in relationships that are dangerous. So we would never do anything to take that away from you guys. Honestly, we would like to expand it and open more shelters in each city and state for our packs to be able to access.” I bite my lip and purse it, “I think we can do that.” I lean forward and press a kiss to his lips. “I love you Asher. Thank yo

“I plan to spend every waking minute with you, Hope, and I wanted to talk with you about sleeping arrangements. But let me get lunch first while you unpack and we can talk over lunch.” “Sounds good,” she says. I go downstairs, ordering sandwiches, chips, cookies, fruit, and drinks for us. While I wait, I go through my argument for Hope to stay with me this weekend. My sister, knowing that we’re not marked, chose to put Hope in the second packhouse on Safe Haven pack lands. It’s the newer packhouse, the one that was built more centrally located on the pack lands after they expanded and bought the land that separated Safe Haven from Canyon Ridge, Alpha Rik’s pack. Now, all three of our packs b

Chapter 93 Connor and Annah had finally arrived at the safehouse, a quiet haven nestled deep within a lush forest. The hideaway had become a necessity, a refuge from the constant threats and attacks that had been happening to them at Connor's mansion. As they stepped inside the cozy cabin, Annah's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, Connor, this place is beautiful!" she exclaimed, taking in the warm, fresh interior with its wooden beams and stone fireplace. Connor chuckled, his arm slipping around her waist, drawing her close to him. "Well, I had to make sure it was at least as nice as the mansion," he quipped, his tone playful.

"When you come back, we're going to have a long talk about your priorities." I pushed past him without another word. Behind me, I could hear him rallying the others. This was bad. Really bad. But right now, Calla needed me more than the pack did. --- The safehouse was an old cabin about ten miles outside town. Hidden in the woods where no one would think to look. I'd used it before when pack members needed to shift away from prying eyes. It was isolated. Private and safe. Thunder rumbled overhead as I carried her inside. The storm had been building all day. By the look of those clouds, we'd be stuck here for a while.

I wasn’t beginning to lose hope; I had lost it long ago. Eyes shut, I let the frustration burn its way through me until I couldn’t feel it any longer. “Still. I kept a promise to a dear friend, and I’m a man of my word. There is a safe house at the edge of the Demilitarized Zone. It is one of the few places reserved for human society—or, at least those wealthy enough to purchase their peace and safety there. That will likely be the safest place for you.” “Where will you go after that?” asked Valerie.

No struggling, other than the light push on his chest. In her lifetime, numerous walls - both metaphorically and figuratively - had been built to keep her safe and secure. Against to what and to whom, she doesn’t know. She was untouched, untainted, the purest of the pure. Until enter one priest - an exorcist priest - in the picture and all of these walls were breached. Ysabelle stood unguarded with it the whole time and yes, this all started since the time she took a picture of him in the plaza square since his kindness warmed her heart... ***

"All right. Let's leave. A Brand-New Refuge The new safe home is located deep in the swamps, distant from the city. Surrounded by huge, towering trees and murky water, the cabin is modest and dilapidated. Insects swarm ceaselessly in the background, filling the air. "Is this it?" With a tone of incredulity, I ask. The place appears like it could collapse with a single, powerful wind gust, but I can't help myself. Though I suppose that's the purpose, it's a far cry from the luxury we're accustomed to. There is no better place than here for us to vanish.

As the old saying goes, you can’t take it with you. After watching Brent mentor and help out young men in the community, I wanted to do the same. That’s when I turned the place into the Safe Haven House. It’s a home for young women that have nowhere to go when they are running from a situation. Usually, it’s abusive parents at home. Safe Haven is a safe place that not only offers protection but also helps them start a life on their own. It’s a way for them to get ahead without needing the people who abused them.

"They're winning because we're playing their game. So we stop playing. We disappear. We let them scream into the void while we build our case in silence." "And my mom?" "Harper's working on it. She has people watching the facility, making sure your mom is safe." He takes my hand. "I know it's hard. I know you want to fight back. But sometimes the smartest move is to vanish." The safe house is small. A cabin in the woods two hours north of the city. No neighbors. No internet. No connection to the outside world. It should feel like freedom. Instead, it feels like exile. But at least we're together. And right now, that has to be enough.