Sa Yo Silent Sanctuary Novels & Stories

“Hello, who is th-“ “Ryker, please- please help me.” Sophia’s voice cried out through the phone. Ryker became alerted immediately. “It hurts so bad, i- I can’t… breathe.” There was noise in the background. Her voice sounded so weak which made Ryker panicked. He knew Sophia too well, she would never play a prank like this on him.

I said on removing the earpiece to face Kate and Hanna, they look so adorable, Hanna was in a shining silver gown with large parting exposing her thigh, while Kate was in a yellow top with white fitted skirt and yellow heels. "You guys look great" I complimented still grinning now. "You're not looking bad yourself....I would die to get those shoes" Sandra said pointing to my heels. "Thanks" I said with a smile, I could hear her thoughts, she really does loves shoes. "Hey buddies" Brian said through the microphone calling attention to himself.

The quiet is the loudest thing I’ve ever heard. It’s not the silence of the Anti-Chorus, that hungry void. It’s not the tense stillness of the balance. It’s the quiet of a machine that has finally finished its work. A soft, humming peace. There are no more crises. No more gods knocking at the door. The Sanctuary runs itself, a self-perpetuating ecosystem of the interesting and strange. Our son is out there, somewhere, building his own story. The house is empty.

he said as he looked at her and she could still not believe she was mated to the Alpha of this big Silent Moon pack. “Derrick Wayne” she called out his name her bottom lip shivering as she closed her eyes and remembered those nights he could finally have his lips on her nips, how he bit on them so hard because according to him that was the payment for not being able to have his member inside of her.

he remarked, grinning widely. Elyra returned our stare, her face full of laughter and misery. "You two can flirt after we've secured the sanctuary." "We're not—" I began, but Eric stopped me. "Sure thing, Elyra," he sneered, plainly relishing my misery. The sanctuary was hidden away in a beautiful glade, and its entrance was marked by an antique archway covered with shimmering runes. As we walked in, I felt a sensation of calm rush over me, as if we'd entered a bubble that the outside world couldn't penetrate.

"The Kyoto Accord believes that humanity is a discordance. They want Grace to sit at the center of this organ. They want her to sing the 'Silence' into the earth. It will send a pulse through the limestone veins of the continent, putting every Lu-Sheng asset into a state of permanent, peaceful suspension." "You'll turn millions of people into statues," Panni said, her voice trembling. "I will turn them into a garden," Jian corrected. "And in exchange, I will give you Jinyan. I will release the neural locks. I will let you take him back to your mountains. You will have your 'Sweet Love,' Panni. But the world will belong to the Silence." "Mama... no..." Grace’s eyes fluttered open. The gold wa

That was the only motivation fueling my steps forward. Hours passed, and we arrived at a forest, dark, dense, and unmovingly silent, the iciness of the air seeping into the bones. Damon stopped first and asked. “Are we in the Silver Forest?” Carla shook her head immediately. “No. Silver Forest isn’t ordinary. You will know if you are in it.”

Ronan squeezed my hand and leaned close. “Take a look,” he whispered into my ear. I peeked my eyes open, and gasped in delight. Ronan had led me to a beautiful clearing. The trailing vines framed the area , giving it a sense of privacy. The creek ran along one side, flowing from a magnificent waterfall. The moon shone overhead, casting the whole scene in silver light. Ronan had set out our dinner on the blanket, with his violin set in its case off to the side. We ate sitting side by side on the blanket. Ronan’s side was warm against mine. I always assumed a vampire would be cold to the touch, but he wasn’t.

The silence was so complete I could hear every frantic beat of my own heart echoing in my ears. "Wait!" I scrambled to my feet, my boots slipping on the smooth stone. "How do I go back? Everything is still falling apart down there!" The silence stretched, thick and unforgiving. "You do not return, child," the voice faded like mist. "This is the sanctuary. Riven will receive you." "Riven?" I clenched my fists until my nails bit deep into my palms. "Who the hell is Riven?"