Novel Safe Haven Novels & Stories

[Apple] It has been a week since Thorne hid me away in this witches' cavern, a home for lost souls, looking for safety. They call this place Haven. It means a place to feel safe and at home. For witches like myself, witches hiding from wolves, we need a place like this to keep our hearts, bodies, and minds safe.

Ethan asked. Adrian answered before Aurora could. “Somewhere they can’t find.” Marcus frowned. “That place exists?” A quiet voice answered from the back. “Yes.” They all turned. Daniel. He had been silent until now. Watching. Thinking. Now— Speaking. “I know a place,” Daniel continued. “A safehouse.” Ethan raised an eyebrow. “Define safe.” Daniel met his gaze. “Hidden. Off-grid. No digital trace.” Marcus leaned forward. “That’s not easy to maintain.”

The sky was clear for the first time in weeks, the stars bright and cold, scattered like diamonds across a black cloth. The new safe house was a farmhouse at the end of a dirt road, surrounded by fields and old oaks. The grass was tall, dry, rustling in the wind. No neighbors. No streetlights. No cameras. No one knew about it except Julian. He had bought it years ago and never used it. He said it was time. He said it was safe. I did not believe him. Nothing was safe. But I was too tired to argue. My bones ached. My eyes burned.

"He's coming for us." Lena didn't look up. "Let him." They arrived at the safehouse just before morning. It was a dilapidated apartment above an old auto repair shop, the sort of place nobody would give a second glance. An ideal hideaway—until the present. Damien locked the door behind them. "We need a plan before Kane moves." Noah tossed the purloined files onto the table. "We have his secrets. He'll come to retrieve them." Evelyn crossed her arms. "And we make sure he walks away from this place no more."

“When that's established, Rushy will move in and take her to the safe house. If it's possible to get her before the end of the day, even better.” Yes, I had a safe house. I was a freaking Billionaire not a saint. My safe house was where I did things I did not want to get associated with my name. If it ever got discovered, one of my security guards would take the fall and admit he had been using it for illegal business without my knowledge. When I had disseminated that information, I went to my study, grabbed a book and sat by the window that overlooked the city. Within a short time, my coffee was ready and as I drank it, I thought about the tragedy that was Lilith Hellman.

Since nobody left, the system listed out the first set of choices for us to select. "Please choose your safehouse: "1. An apartment built of plastic in the biggest desert in the world with no water or electricity "2. A military armory "3. A luxury RV with a full tank "4. An air raid shelter in the city with airtight doors "5. A campsite with ample supplies on Seafoam Island." "You should pick the campsite, Ms. Johnson! You're usually so good at keeping track of things. Our minds would be at ease with you taking stock of our resources!"

“I am her father. So tell me where she is, and I will come get her.” “I don’t think you understand,” I countered. “I was visiting my sister at her dorm this evening, and when I opened the door to leave, Haven exploded inside, frantic to escape the jackass who was chasing her. She had no idea whose room it was; she just needed a safe place to hide. And though I know my sister and I aren’t the best people for her right now—because we’re basically strangers—I am going to keep providing that safe space she needs until I’m certain someone she trusts and cares for can come claim her.” “Were you not listening when I said I was her father? Boy, you don’t just keep a man from his only child when he k

"Are you both done?" Elena swallowed, her voice quiet but firm. "For how long?" Damien met her gaze, the answer clear in his eyes. "As long as it takes." Inside, the safehouse was spacious yet devoid of excess. High-tech security systems lined the walls, weapons were discreetly hidden within reach, and the reinforced windows left no vulnerability unchecked. Yet, despite the defenses, Elena felt no real sense of safety. Because in this world, safety was an illusion. Draco shifted in her arms, his small body warm and fragile. She whispered soothing words to him, but deep down, she knew her own fear would seep into him sooner or later.

She sniffed a few times before leaning on her husband. Kristoff couldn’t help but pinch her chin and kiss her lips. “Now that our son is away, isn’t it high time that you focus on me? I’m now the only man left in the house.” Alyana blushed and slapped her husband playfully. She intertwined their hands while thinking about their child that got sent away. She closed her eyes and prayed that he’ll be safe and happy in the academy. After all, it’s the only way… ********** Two men sat opposite each other without talking. They were seizing one another with hatred that was so obvious it flowed through every corner of the room.

"Normal people definitely don't say sentences like that." Honestly— fair. The journey lasted nearly two hours. Twisting corridors. Abandoned maintenance routes. Forgotten sections of the city hidden beneath newer construction. Eventually, they emerged inside what appeared to be an abandoned bookstore. Dust covered everything. Broken shelves stood crookedly across the room. Sunlight filtered through dirty windows. It looked deserted. Completely harmless. Daniel blinked. "This is the safe house?" Seraphine walked toward a seemingly ordinary bookshelf. Then pressed a hidden mechanism.